I had a bit of an incident last week when I got a phone call at work informing me that my child (aged 15) had been sexually abused and that I should go home urgently to sort out the problem.
I got the phone call from my daughter, who had gotten a phone call from my son’s school Counsellor. Incidentally, they DO have my work number, so why they relayed this info to my daughter to then pass on to me remains a mystery that WILL be sorted out this week!!
The story I got (via the initial phone message) was that when Kid had been doing a stint of ‘Work Experience’ (usual for Year 10 kids at Aussie schools) a couple of weeks ago, he had been sexually molested by the owner of the business, and had gone to the Counsellor to report it. The Counsellor had passed on the information to Human Services who had in turn passed it on to the Children’s Sexual Assault Unit of the Victorian Police.
So, I went into a blind panic and rushed home to find out what the fuck had happened. Many thoughts blasted through my head on that journey. Some are too horrible to mention, but the main one was why on earth my son didn’t feel safe enough to trust me with such a confidence. Why had he told the school first? Where had our relationship fucked up that all of this was ‘news’ to me? Why hadn’t I picked up any signals? What the hell has happened here?
I got home to a bewildered kid who was as shell-shocked as myself. As it turned out, Kid had been talking to a mate in the corridor at school about what an arsehole his ‘boss’ was (and it wasn’t his Work Experience boss, it was the boss from his part-time job at a local bakery). A teacher passing-by had overheard snippets of the conversation, and had dragged Kid in for ‘counselling’ about it.
Kid told Counsellor that boss was an arsehole (I knew this already 'cos the kid quit the job a few weeks ago for that very reason) but the Counsellor tried to make something more of it all. Kid (after much prompting and probing) acknowledged that the boss had touched him one day. So the Counsellor’s alarm bells went berserk…bringing in all the other agencies to deal with what was obviously a case of sexual molestation.
Problem is, Kid wasn’t molested. The boss had physically ‘moved’ Kid away from one of the counters or shelves or whatever so that he could gain access to the counter/shelf/whatever. He had grabbed him and moved him sideways. As simple as that. He may well have been a garden-variety cunt of a boss (but I mostly only take 1/2 of what my kids say as ‘gospel’ anyway) but he definitely had not ‘abused’ my kid sexually.
When the coppers turned up as ordered by the Sexual Assault Unit, they were as pissed-off as we were. This stupid bint of a counsellor had turned a kid’s ‘whinge’ into a full-blown fucking crisis of gargantuan proportions. Whilst I had a bit of a meltdown over it, my poor kid was in major panic mode wondering how the hell he had managed to be molested without even knowing it!!
So, next time Counsellor, get your facts straight before you start accusing some poor innocent schmuck of sexual assault. And next time, ring ME to tell me what has gone down with my child rather than one of his siblings. It could have probably have been sorted out easily had you deigned to speak to ME about it first.