In fairness to the rest of my fellow dopers, I just don’t read your stuff in this forum because, well,. I don’t really know why. So to ask you to listen to my probem requires an honest caveat. And , just recently. I’ve allowed contemplation as to how my subseqent posting might just relieve me of a tremendous burden.
Yes, according to my beloved !00% genetic sister( I have a 50% genetic sister that I really really specially care about), I diddled her 3 year old neice.
Look, if you think I have some weird deceptive agenda for you guys, nothing I say will convince you.I’m only posting in the hope that I can shake an albatross off my neck.
The alleged incident happened in August 2000.
One August weekend, I arranged the acquisition of four canoes trailored behind my pickup to accomodate wife, 2 0f my kids, SIster and her two kids, and my Dutch nephew and his girlfriend. As I arrived at Sister’s, my neice upon seeing the entourage of truck and canoes jumped right up on me to give a hug.
Clue One, I don’t think she appreciated my overcoming her maternal influence in indoctrinating her kids against “intimate contact”. I was shocked when her kid jumped up on me. Heretofore, as a result of detecting discomfort of hugs by both neice and nephew, I did maintain physical space.
Well, later during the canoe treck on a the large elongated lake called the Campbell on Vancouver Island, we were all “stabalizing” at the foot of Wolf River Falls amidst upcrofts of bedrock. Unfortunately, under the gaze of my sister, while using one arm/hand to steady my craft against the rock, I used the other hand to lift my wailng for mama neice by the butt (in sitting position) into mama’s canoe.
I later learned from siblings that that was a problem for Sister.
On the way back of the canoe trip we all noticed that Dutch nephew and girlfriend were lagging way behind. I made eye contact with 6 year old nephew and Sister and blurted
" they are probably K-I-S-S-I-N-G !"
Sister immidiately expressed disapproval . I shrugged it off.
One week later, I learned that every member ogf my extended family were informed that I molested her daughter and to keep it quiet while a child agency investigated. When I got word of this, being in another city on the job, my wife and two daughters were already interviewed by the government. They must have been so convincing because I never had to meet the authorities face to face. In fact, they pretty well told me over the phone they didn’t believe her. (Yet three years later my wife and I were denied in participating in a foster care program that was desparate for what we had to offer).
Immediately upon pondering the situation I found myself in, I recalled that two weeks previous my 6 year old nephew was involved as a recipient of sexual advances by a 14 year old neighbour boy. I recalled her smug satisfaction in that everything was caught in time and the situation satsfactorily handled. Nephew must have gotten a lot of attention. Did neice take notice?
I was told by another sister that Sister noticed that her daughter was exhibiting “feelings of guilt” the evening of the canoe trip, and elicited this story.
Two weeks previous I allegedly told my 8 year old daughter to leave the room so I could make friends with neice at a rare time when I was looking after the kids. This resulted in a trip to our common family doctor and a report to civil authorities.
All of my other seven siblings and parents when alive have told me that they don’t believe it. Yet not once since then have my wife or I been entrusted with their kids. I actually avoid any hint of physical contact with my neices and nephews, which hurts, because I know that there are two kinds of uncles. Those that care and those that pretend. to care, and I didn’t really care for the latter.
It occurs that I may not be really fair to you all. I’m sorry if that is the case. I abhor child molestaton as much as anyone. But some of us fall through the cracks of our society trying to do right and some of us have to bear our own burdens silently. Thankfully to the SDMB I don’t have to be so silent.