Warning: This post contains mention of sexual and psychical abuse and may be triggering to some readers.
I’m that “helicopter” mum playing with my son at the park. I’m making sure my sweet boy doesn’t get out of sight.
I’m the mum at the play date who stays at your house, visiting, always keeping an eye on my child. I politely decline sleepover invitations.
I dearly love this boy. He’s funny and outgoing and generally kind. You may think I’m hovering and being overprotective.
But I’m making sure your child is safe from mine.
At age five, my child started acting out sexually, in explicit ways, and he told me clearly about inappropriate, intimate sexual contact he’d had with an adult’s penis.
I reported it to the proper authorities. Nothing happened.
The adult was my husband, and we were divorcing. Instead of believing my child’s words to me, it was easier for Child Protective Services to believe his dad’s word that they just took a shower together. CPS “educated” him on not doing this again and filed a report ruling out abuse.
Since then, his dad has been seen drunk-driving our son and leaving him strapped in a hot car while buying alcohol and cigarettes (CPS again did nothing, even though it was a criminal act, so it's happened again). Our son says his dad has served him wine and shown him porn. Our son has talked about death and has tried to cut himself and strangle me. He’s drawn scary pictures with demons and genitalia and weapons. He has fits of rage. He has odd seizures of staring into space.