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(aka Bike) Part 1229 by Angharad Copyright © 2011 Angharad
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Our day out, or rather our afternoon out proved a real success and we all enjoyed ourselves watching a silly film and eating burgers afterwards. I was pooped when I got back, although I did manage to feed the baby before I collapsed into bed. This time I managed to persuade Trish she ought to sleep in her own bed so Simon could share with me. She agreed with some reluctance suggesting she could do more healing on me. I advised her that all I needed now was some rest and I’d be fine.
“How will you rest if Daddy is doing naughty things to you?”
“Believe it or not, girl, I sometimes enjoy him doing naughty things to me and it certainly helps me sleep afterwards.”
“Oh, so if I can’t sleep, will he do naughty things to me?”
“No, definitely not–nor will anyone else young lady. You’re not allowed to do naughty things until you’re at least sixteen or seventeen and with someone of at least a similar age.”
“So Julie can do naughty things?”
“I’d prefer it if she didn’t, but she can do some naughty things, I suppose.”
“That’s not fair, I’ve been a girl longer than her and she can do sex, I can’t. It’s not bloody fair.”
“Trish, swearing doesn’t improve the context of what you said: life at times seems unfair, however, by the time you’re Julie’s age, you’ll have lived as a girl for ten or more years, plus the hormones will really have done wonders for your body, which hopefully will look naturally female. With a bit of luck then, and surgery you’ll be able to do all the naughty things you wish to do. However, I hope you exercise a little self-discipline or what can be a very special thing between two people can be cheapened and devalued by over familiarity.”
“Does that mean I can do sex then?”
“Trish, a six year old shouldn’t be obsessed with sex, where has this come from?”
“I saw an article in a woman’s magazine on the internet about a girl who got chocolates or new clothes from her boyfriend every time they had sex. What is sex, Mummy, ‘cos I don’t really know.”
Why don’t you ask me a difficult question? “So you think if you had a boyfriend you’d get presents every time you had sex with him?”
“Yeah,” she beamed naively.
Oh poo, oh well here goes. “In sex between a man and a woman, he inserts his penis into her vagina.”
“Oh, you mean his willie into her front bum?”
“If you like, yes.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“That’s what happens in full sex.”
“You don’t let Daddy do that do you?”
“Sometimes.”
“Is that how you got your new car?”
“No it is not, Daddy gave me that for my birthday.”
“Do you get chocolates or new clothes, then?”
“Trish, I can afford to buy my own chocolates or clothes. I make love to Daddy because I love him, and he does it to me because he loves me.”
“He puts his willie in your front bum because he loves you? What does he get out of it? He doesn’t wee in there does he?”
“Trish, our sex organs are designed to make us feel good when we use them properly, they give us a short but wonderful sensation called an orgasm. You’re too young to have one yet, they only happen after puberty and adolescence, so when you’re fifteen or sixteen if not older. Parts of our bodies become excited when we’re with someone we like or fancy, and when they touch those parts–the feelings can be very pleasant.”
“Like eating chocolate?”
“Sort of but different. Look you can’t understand until you’re old enough to experience some of these feelings. Don’t try to hurry them, because you’ll regret it and it could spoil your later enjoyment.”
“So did Julie enjoy it when those men had sex with her–oh, she hasn’t got a front bum yet has she?”
“No, she didn’t enjoy it and I’d be obliged if you didn’t mention any of this to Julie.”
“How did she have sex if she hasn’t got a front bum?”
“I don’t know,” I lied, this was getting more absurd by the minute.
“So she didn’t have sex then?”
“Trish–I’m not discussing this with you anymore.”
“But Mumm–mmeee, how am I supposed to learn if I don’t ask questions?”
“You seem to be doing quite well so far.”
“Can I ask you another question?”
“As long as it isn’t about sex.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Okay then.” I crossed my fingers and hoped.
“What’s rape?”
“It’s a farm crop, you know all those yellow fields we see in the summer, that’s rape, also called oilseed rape, why?”
She looked puzzled–“Did Julie have sex in a yellow field? Is that why she called it rape?”
“No.” I was ready to tear my hair out. “Rape in the context of sex, is non-consensual sex, that means one person forces another to have sex with them. It’s a very serious crime and can lead to long prison sentences.”
“Does that mean she didn’t get any chocolate?”
I leant against the bedroom wall and banged my head three times–it didn’t help though it did win me some time–to think. “Look, I can’t explain these things in ways that you’d understand.”
“How can she be raped if she hasn’t got a front bum?”
“She can be, a man can rape another man. It’s a horrid thing to do to anyone and can make them feel bad about themselves for years. It isn’t about chocolates or getting presents. Rape is a very serious crime, it’s like stabbing someone–it’s that serious. The victim often gets beaten up or threatened as well. It’s a really dreadful thing for one person to do to another and I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
“Okay, may I ask Daddy?”
“No you may not. Why this fixation with sex and rape?”
“I read it in the women’s magazine.”
“Okay, please don’t read about those things until you are at least ten years older.”
“Because I won’t understand?”
“Yes, you won’t understand.”
“So I can’t be raped?”
“No–yes, in theory, you could be raped. Okay, you asked me–I didn’t want to tell you about it–but you have to keep pushing don’t you?”
She looked down at the ground and I think I detected a tear. I was very tired and just wanted to go to bed.
“Right, if a man or boy puts his willie into your bum for the purpose of sex and against your wishes, that’s rape. Satisfied?”
She nodded and tears began to run down her face. I felt really guilty and opened my arms and she threw herself into my hug.
“Can you see why I didn’t want to talk about it with you–it’s not a nice subject?”
I felt her nodding as she clung on to me and she sobbed uncontrollably. “I’m sorry, Mummy.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m sorry I snapped at you but I’m very tired and it’s a subject which makes most women upset.”
“I’m sorry, I upset you, Mummy.”
“That’s okay, sweetheart, how about going to bed now?”
“I was raped.”
“C’mon get your jammies on...you what?” I stopped as if I’d just walked into a doorpost.
“I was raped,” she repeated.
I sat on the bed and pulled her on to my knee. “What d’you mean you were raped?”
“I was, a boy put his willie up my bum.”
I felt a coldness flood through me. “When was this, sweetheart?” I felt torn in a mixture of emotions, was she telling the truth, was it attention seeking, was it fantasy?
“When I was in the home.”
“The children’s home?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know the name of the boy who did it?”
“Yes, it was Ben Bowditch.”
“Are you sure, sweetheart, it’s a very serious accusation to make about someone?”
“Oh yes, it was him, he used to do it all the time, sometimes some wet stuff came out of my bum, sometimes it hurt quite a lot, once I had blood in my knickers.”
“Is that the boy who pushed you down the stairs?”
“Yes, he did it when I told him I’d tell Mrs Cunningham.”
“Oh, darling, I had no idea such horrid things happened to you there.” I hugged her again. “Have you told Stephanie about this?”
“No, she didn’t ask me and I didn’t know what it was called.”
“And you ask me and I get cross with you.”
“You’re tired, Mummy.”
“Not any more, sweetheart. If I call Daddy up would you be able to tell him what you just told me?”
She nodded and I called for him.
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No cliffhanger today
No cliffhanger today...
...but what a jump off the cliff!
Martina
Oh hell!
Will this child's past ever go away?
S.
Ditto
Such a good kid... For any kid to go through all she's been through. *shudders* (Oh, I know some go through worse and it gets to me too...)
Anne
Oh damn anyone that does harm to a child, and rape in particular
Oh damn anyone that does harm to a child and rape in particular. Poor Trish. I have several victims of abuse in my support group, most of them now teens but the abuse started early and has marked them in ways that are carefully hidden most of the time. It can really be tough to talk about.
CaroL
CaroL
Oh dear.
I've just stepped forward, there's nothing there and there's a rushing sound in my ears. Is this what it's like stepping off a cliff?
I usually have quiet chuckle at Ang's story lines, even when they get ridiculously violent (though Julie's near immolation was an exception) because I'm sure she writes a lot of this with tongue firmly in cheek. This is several orders of magnitude different. Russian Mafiosi running riot in Scottish castles is a highly unlikely scenario, rape of children is, sadly, not quite so.
Robi
Ben Bowditch
He was previously mentioned way back in episode 522 - it was his pushing Trish down the stairs that landed her in hospital, where she met Mima, Sam Rose, and (eventually) Cathy.
So it turns out the little slimeball was raping her as well - that boy's got some serious psychological issues. No doubt in the morning, phone calls will be made to Social Services, Nora and probably Stephanie, each for different reasons. Stephanie will probably have to do one of the most difficult aspects of her job - as well as providing support and counselling to Trish, she'll probably have to guide her through retelling the incidents for the benefit of SS, so they have the information they need to do a checkup of him in his current placement asap.
Here's a rough overview of what happened in the storyline when he first got mentioned:
There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
I forgot I was raped.
I was raped in my early teens by three boys at a Juvenile Emergency home. I still can not remember the actual rape but I do remember the pain the next day. I somehow supressed it until I was in a sexual assault survivors group in my early 30s's.
Interestingly, I was not there because of the rape, but to try to understand my occaisonal fits of rage, that seemed to come from no where. It would be another 20 years before I finally dealt with my TG stuff.
It is not surprising that Trish did not talk about it.
Much peace
Khadijah
Suppression
It seems Trish probably originally didn't tell anyone because of various threats BB made, but eventually it reached a threshold and she made the mistake of announcing her intention to tell Nora before she did - hence the push down the stairs.
After that, the suppression probably came into play - initially active (she wouldn't tell anyone if there was any chance whatsoever of being returned to the home, as BB's reprisals could be even greater), but then probably once it was pushed to the back of her mind and she moved in with Cathy, it probably moved to passive suppression - i.e. drawing a line under what had happened previously, and concentrating only on her new life.
In relation to other comments re. punishment, BB was underage at the time - probably just beyond puberty - so even if there was strong evidence, it almost certainly wouldn't end up in the criminal justice system. What's more likely to happen is a referral to the Youth Offending Team, an examination of his case notes, and a note put on his record. From an external viewpoint, not much will be done, but this is a lone allegation, two years after the event, so their hands are probably tied by the system. In any case, if he's been adopted, they may not be monitoring him any more - after all, a Looked After Child who is adopted is officially discharged from care and their record closed. Unless a new referral is made (in which case they will probably be starting with a clean slate), that normally ends the involvement of social services in the case.
There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
Re: I forgot I was raped
I was 4.5 years old, late fall of 1970, and the boyfriend of my then adulterous foster mother (she was already married and having the BF on the side) dragged me into the adults' bedroom and raped me. About six months later, the same BF shoved me down a flight of stairs because I had the indecency to be suffering from epilepsy and was having a grand mal seizure.
So I can truly understand what Trish went through, and it was serious enough that I completely blocked it for about 29 years. I was living in the shelter system here between December of 2000 and May of 2003, and from what I was told afterward, I went into a trance state, and apparently verbally described what had happened then, using the tones and language of a very young child. Eerie shit!
Bike pt 1229
I can see Simon now after he hears what happened.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Telling.
The first person who ever actually did anthing about my rapes was the Port medical officer for Liverpool. She spoke to me when we were in the Gordon Smith Institute for Seamen in Paradise Street in Liverpool. I was getting treated for Gonnoreah and Syphilis and she asked me about all that stuff as I waited to be examined and interviewed by the doctor who ran the clinic.
I had to give the names of all the people I could remember to the clerk, that was one hell of a joke, (NOT). The list ran to over a page of A4 lined paper and those were just the ones I could remember.
Sometimes it was just a nickname or a place and rarely, very rarely, date and place:- eg, Christmas day in 1958,59 and 60.
The second person to act upon my report was the superintendant of police for Liverpool who organised the arrest of the abusers aboard the ship.
None of the people who did it to me in Borstal were ever punished to my knowledge, despite my having reported them to that same lady doctor.
Wait for this; they had 'Crown Immunity'.
Rape kills!
Beverly.
Growing old disgracefully.
Waiting
to see how this one goes....
Unfortunately it's a kid
reporting that another kid raped her. Unless there is evidence, a witness, or something more, I don't expect any action at all. Too much trouble for the legal system and not enough expection of outcome.
That is one sick boy to rape a 5 year old. Not sure anything can be done about him without getting Cathy and Simon in trouble but please, let's not have Cathy make him a project. That would just be inflicting too much pain on Trish who obviously has had more than a six year old should ever have to deal with. This episode brings tears to my eyes.
Hope Cathy lets her sleep with her tonight and floods her with love. Comfort that child, please!
Something to consider.....
...youth sexual offenders often mirror adults in that they rarely rape or molest just one victim. If this kid is still in the home, he's likely to have hurt other children, which means others may come forward to stop this kid. And I agree with you; having any contact with her offender would be catastrophic in her recovery.
Dio vi benedica tutti
Con grande amore e di affetto
Andrea Lena
Love, Andrea Lena
I didn't see this coming
Thanks A+B+I (Burgers): You constantly surprise, and this Bikesode certainly did that.
The only consolation I take out of this is that Trish is now in a loving relationship as a member of Cathy and Simon's extended family, and that she will get all the help and support that she needs.
So, that's Trish and Billie from the children's home who were sexually abused—admittedly Billie's experiences were before she went to the home. Maybe Stephanie should (a) take up residence with the Cameron Clan, and (b) should have a talk with Danny—just in case.
Paedophilic Slime
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Danny
Danny may have been abused at the home - he was definitely abused by his father before whatever sequence of events resulted in his arrival there.
Back in 852, Cathy tries blue-lighting him to heal a black eye which wasn't recovering through either natural means or Trish's brand of BLH, when suddenly this happens:
In fact, Mima and Livvie seem to be the only two of Cathy's fostered/adopted brood that have escaped such an ordeal. Julie had been physically beaten up when she was found, was anally raped when she was kidnapped by Donny Baker & co. in 1060-1064, and as if that wasn't terrifying enough, kidnapped (again), drugged and put on a bonfire by Alfie Bird in 1168, before being shot in the chest in 1178. We don't know if he sexually assaulted her, as she can't remember what happened.
There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
Mima and Livvie
If you define ‘ordeal’ as sexual predation, then undoubtedly you’re right.
OTOH, both these children had to grow up with dysfunctional parents. While I’d agree that it’s not the same, I’d argue that they were both abused, albeit in a different way.
Perverse Situations
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“Is that how you got your new car?â€
Perish the thought, but it makes one wonder how many sex sessions would equal one Pepper Porsche? Or maybe a SM session would include a number of strokes of "the Cayenne"?
You have my permission to groan.
Gabi.
Gabi.
Actually really frightening
what conclusions Trish has come to as a result of her research. Stephanie and Cathy have lots of work ahead of them to somehow get her on a normal path. During the conversation I kept thinking... this kid may be too young for this conversation but you (Cathy) need to be completely honest with her because she'll both remember, and check. Don't think "we'll talk about it when you're older" works with Trish.
Research
Perhaps because she'd already got a simplistic notion of what sex was, she didn't consider researching the mechanics of sex. After all, given her extraordinary computer knowledge (hacking into the police computers... via several intermediate proxy servers scattered across the globe to obscure the trail!), you'd imagine she'd be a big fan of Wikipedia. Then again, it would probably take several clicks to get through to the mechanics of human sexual intercourse, and she'd probably lose interest long before she'd spent three hours researching and translating all the bio-jargon used. I studied Biology to degree level, so I know what they're talking about, but if you haven't, try getting your head around this:
In other words: spermatazoa / pollen grains are generally small, can move about (either independently or by hitch-hiking on another organism) and are designed to carry their genetic information over a distance. Eggs are generally the opposite - they're comparatively large, generally don't move, and contain the 'food' necessary to enable early development of the youngster.
There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
Names
Ang and I have by some synchronicity picked the same name for the manager of a care home in which child rape has taken place. Unless my subconscious has taken a ride on the story that hooked me on BCTS, there is no connection between my hellbitch and her care worker. I rather feel, though, that there is a lot of connection between my awful abused borstal boys, going on to abuse others, and her young rapist. Abuse is a cannibal, it feeds on itself.
Poor Trish
how terrible for her to have gone through all that she has.... It certainly is not what you would expect of a children's home.... Sad to report if the stories you read in newspapers are true, It isn't that rare.... But at least on the bright side now that her parents know, At least Trish can start to put it behind her ....
Kirri
Cathy is called on to heal yet again,
Unfortunately the boy in question is probably too young to face the consequences of what he did. It needs to come out though, because he is likely doing it to someone else, and the odd are it was done to him. It can be a sad world.
Yes, That's how I got the Mercedes, there was choclates in it
The dialog was so funny I had to change, Then I read the last, a very serious subject.
I think the birds and the bees read this and QUIT. It's now called, "the Cathy Watts"
Let's see just what Simon does about this.
Karen