Many years ago, I was in a long-term relationship with a man whose best friend was a single dad with five children. The oldest girl was 14 when I met her, and she was basically functioning as the mother to the younger children. The biological mother had left and essentially “washed her hands” of the whole family. They lived in a house with no doors on the inside (except for the bathroom) , and were doing the best they could. I befriended the children, and tried to help as best I could. I took them places, did their school clothes shopping with them, helped the oldest with “becoming a woman”, was available for them anytime they needed a shoulder to cry on, helped them with their homework…whatever they needed. I mean, I took the oldest to get her first BRA, for heaven’s sake, and we bought her first tampons together. I really felt that I knew this whole family VERY well. I had NO IDEA that anything wonky was going on, and I am really quite an intuitive person. Or at least USUALLY I am. The children appeared to be very well adjusted and loved and well cared for. Except for (to a certain extent, but not in any kind of deprivation way) a lack of enough money, they looked like an ideal family…Lacking a mom, sure…but doing better than could be expected under those circumstances.
Some years later, the father was arrested for molesting his oldest daughter. I was outraged, and couldn’t even begin to believe that anyone could accuse him of this heinous act. I was asked to testify as to the loving care he took of his children, and I was happy to do so. He always seemed to put his children first, and from what I knew, he was a VERY good father.
Then, the week before the trial, this man came over to my house and asked if we could talk. We sat down and he told me that he and his oldest girl had had a sexual relationship from the time she was 15 and that he knew it was wrong…but it just happened. He said that he didn’t force her, she was happy with the situation at the time and so was he. He didn’t know why it had happened, and he didn’t know what to do with it. I was appalled, and I didn’t know what to say.
I couldn’t believe that he and his daughter could have A) Done this in THAT house…no doors, remember? without any of the other children knowing. And they didn’t. B) That he loved his family and still engaged in behaviour he was smart enough to KNOW was detrimental to his daughter…even though he felt at the time that she was “happy” with the situation and C) That I could have missed any signs that the girl was in distress of any kind.
Aside from the whole horrible damage done to this family, I think that C) bothered me the most, as I felt responsible for not picking up on anything. She looked up to me, she LOVED me…and I loved her. Where WAS I when she needed me? I was certainly present, and I was certainly on the lookout for problems in that family, as I was very concerned for the lack of a mom in their life. The littlest one even called me mommy a lot of the time. Never ONCE did I suspect anything was going on that WAS going on.
When I was eventually able to talk to the girl, I told her how sorry I was that I had failed her so completely. She said that I DIDN’T fail her. She said that she knew I would be there for her no matter what, but that she knew that if she told me, I would tell her that this was wrong and that she would have to leave her father. And she didn’t want to do that…she was “happy” with things the way they were…and she wouldn’t leave him, and I would be disappointed in her. Once again, I didn’t know what to say. What could I say to THAT?
I still don’t know how I could have missed so much, but I DID learn my lesson. No one, no matter HOW present in someone else’s life, can EVER know the truth about anyone else’s life. I used to “snort” mentally when some woman said she didn’t know her husband was molesting their child. I now know that although improbable, it IS possible.