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.