Instead, we were taught to look up to and trust and obey adults – but we were taught to worship workers. Thankfully workers stayed in our home enough times to be counted on the fingers of one hand throughout my entire childhood – they had very little if any opportunity to sexually abuse me or my siblings.
However, one day the neighbour came across the road asking my dad if he could get a bit of help feeding his mink from one of his kids – I was ordered by my dad to go give him a hand. And soon after getting to his mink food mixing room, he started making sexual advances on me. The only reason I can give for my knowing to keep a good distance from him until I could leave that shed was an inner caution that I attribute to God alone even today. And once I got out of that shed to leave his property, he came after me asking me to go close the doors of his horse barn. I figured I could do that for him because I would be in full view of my dad in the process. But there was an electrified fence starting at about one foot above ground completely enclosing the barn doors, and when I hestitated to crawl under it, the guy told me he had turned the power off. And before I got all the way under that wire I got a full jolt, and ran off his property. And when I told these things to my dad, he did not believe me. I leaned right then and there to disobey my dad on every instance that he ordered me to go help ANY adult thereafter – in fact in that single act of carelessness I never trusted my dad again.
And there was another guy in the neighbourhood who later attempted to get me to do a fake tattoo on him, leading me off alone with him. Before he even got ready to make his move on me I was on my bike and peddling hard until I got back in sight of other people – that adult never even got a chance to make his move.
Sexual abuse of children is certainly not confined to 2x2 workers. And it seems that any child that grows up without at least being approached sexually by some sicko adult is particularly protected by God, as I was. Unfortunately I had no trust left for any adult by the time I was 14 – I won’t bother to add my experiences of abuses that occurred at school from school staff.
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