

Detail you never want to hear come out of a five-year-old’s mouth. They sat there and told me this detail of nine days of systematic abuse. Information that when they had tried to talk to their father, he’d shut them down and made them promise not to tell their mother. It’s amazing when you give children the opportunity to talk, and they want to talk about something, the amount of information that comes flooding out. We talked about our day, about what we wanted to cook for dinner, and then I asked them if there was anything else they wanted to talk to mummy about. Picked the kids up from school, had a nice afternoon tea. I came home from work early the next day.
#TELLING MY STORY OF ABUSE HOW TO#
I received an unprompted call from their father on a Monday night saying that something had happened whilst they were away with his parents, that their cousin had shown my 8yo how to masturbate. My eight-year-old would go from happy to neurotically upset over the tiniest things.

When they got home they started waking through the night, throwing tantrums that I wasn’t used to seeing from them. In the October school holidays last year my boys went to stay with their paternal grandparents and their 14-year-old cousin for a little over a week.

Holidays were usually shared half and half. We always kept everything civil and out of the courts. Their father and I split four and a half years ago, I took a 60% primary care arrangement when we split. They are chalk and cheese, like most brothers. Will outwit you in any argument, with eyes to kill. Very strong willed, never stops talking, amazingly clever. He’s very easy to talk to, but not very expressive. My eight-year-old is the quiet one, a thinker, sporty, very handsome, very caring. This is one of those stories that you hear, that you never think would happen to you, because you’re ‘not one of those people’ or some other excuse that seems easy. If this is a trigger subject for you, you may want to sit this one out. WARNING: The following content includes graphic descriptions of abuse. We hope that reading this and sharing it, will enable more of us in the community to report child abuse if we suspect something may be occurring. We have included some points at the end that may serve as warning signs for other children who are the victim of abuse. It is raw and graphic in parts and we thought long and hard about whether to edit the more disturbing elements out.īut there’s nothing sanitised about child abuse and the details here are part of the bigger picture. When this story first came to Mamamia, we all reeled, and you probably will too. S has been arrested and is likely to be charged with child sexual abuse, the horrendous nature of such crimes against children are front of everyone’s minds.
