It's late, and I'm finally getting around to going through the thread from the beginning. Wanted to share my story.
When I was a freshman in high school (1960-61), I became friends with another freshman girl. We hung out after school. She'd come to my home, and I went to hers. One day she confided in me that her step-father was making her watch porn movies, then forcing her to have sex with him, basically recreating what had been on the screen. She also told me that he had made her give him B.J.'s., and that she had saved his sperm in a jar. At that point in my life I didn't even know what a B.J. was. She asked me not to tell anyone about it.
What she told me made my skin crawl, and keeping it to myself went against all I'd been taught. Not long after, I went to the Girl's Counselor, and told her what my friend had told me. Afterwards, I told my friend what I had done. I felt better for having told it, as I felt that my friend wouldn't be subjected to this horrid stuff ever again. But I also felt guilty for betraying her trust.
It all seems like a dream now, but I know it happened, and at times like this, it brings it all back. Well, my friend's mother did not believe her, and my friend was removed from the home, and put in foster care. She stopped going to our school, and I only saw her one more time after that. We met near the home she had been placed in. She didn't hold it against me that I had told her story, and it wasn't until 1965, when I started working for the Department of Childrens' Services that I learned a bit more. I had come across her placement record in the old case files. I took the record to my desk and started reading the transcriptions of the caseworker's comments on her case. Her step-father had indeed been molesting her, and although back then there was no such thing as DNA, they were able to match the blood type with the sperm she had kept in the jar. I believe her step-father was incarcerated at some point, but I don't know for how long. I haven't lived in that city since 1972, but every so often I think about that friend, and what kind of life she ended up having. Could never find any trace of her on the internet.
Her mother did not believe her? Where did her mother suppose she procured semen in a jar?
It is awful what seem people have to go through in life...