Warning: This post features explicit details of child sexual abuse that could be triggering for some readers.
Okay, the time has finally come. It’s time I raised my voice about child sex abuse.
Ten minutes ago, I read Bec Sparrow’s article recapping the interview with cast members of the 1980’s sitcom, Hey Dad!, which aired on A Current Affair last night, about the recent prosecution of Robert Hughes. Bec’s article left me vigorously nodding my head in agreement and whooping for joy for her honesty and compassion. The courage of Ben Oxenbould, Simone Buchanan and Sarah Monahan for speaking up and exposing Robert Hughes for the evil paedohpile he is, is empowering. Though, Bec stumbled upon an issue – not just child sex abuse – which is infecting society and is only growing larger;
“At first I thought this story was about the TV industry. But it’s not. Because the covering up of child sexual abuse is everywhere. In the army. The church. Sporting associations. Schools. Families. Everywhere there are people turning a blind eye. Looking away. Pretending not to notice that a child is being molested.”
Child abuse was and is still being covered up.
And, how do I know that? Because, between the ages of ten and twelve, my brother was sexually abused. Though, what is atypical to many child sex abuse cases was that my brother was being molested by other little boys in his class.
For almost one year, my little brother was sexually tortured by these boys, foreign objects being shoved up his bottom, groping and abusing his penis; he was daily being molested. These despicable acts did not only occur in sports lockers or in the toilets, but in class rooms, under desks and on sporting fields where people could see and hear his cries, though they just didn’t bother to watch or listen.
After nearly a year of suffering through the abuse being committed to him, my brother courageously spoke up to my mum. Though, this is not an article only about the sex abuse which my brother endured.
This is about how it was covered up.
The school was promptly alerted to the concerning problems taking place and their first reaction was to call all the perpetrating boys into the school office and question their involvement. Surprisingly, they all admitted to sexual abusing my brother. One of them, the main offender, was proud as punch.
Furthermore, the school confessed that this primary, perpetrating boy had been expelled from his previous school for the same actions. That he had been reported for exposing himself to neighbours and other school friends. That still, despite the fact that this boy was a known sexual predator, he was accepted on a full scholarship to their prestigious private all-boys school.
When my mother called for answers or some sort of justice for her son, the school answered with “well, you must understand that boys will be boys”.
On what planet is child molestation just boys being boys?
After accepting the fact that my brother was being sexually abused, his school offered the services of their counsellor to him who also came with an endless list of apparent qualifications. They refused to provide counselling to the central perpetrator because according to them, it was my brother who needed the help, not the child sex offender.
Yet, within two minutes of my brother’s first counselling session, the counsellor asked my twelve year old brother if he was gay? If, possibly, him being gay (which he is not) could have made the boys think that he was “asking for it”?
On what planet does a counsellor blame a person’s possible, and incorrect, sexuality on whether they were sexually abused or not?