A letter to my abuser, One I should have wrote years ago. This is for my benefit, you dont have to read it.

I have gone through so many counselling sessions to deal with my childhood problems, my last counselling at the adults classes spoke to me, They advised me to write letters to my abusers, I could send them If I wanted to or to still write everything down then either keep it or burn it. I did write letter to each of my parents. I put how I felt, I didn't hold back with them both I then drove down to post them, luckily after I had posted them I saw my father walking down the street so I sat and hid watching what he would do. He went in to the house, I could see my letters on the floor, he bent down to pick them up. At that moment I really wasn't bothered if he read it or not, I knew he had them so I drove away. A few years later I got talking a family member who had said he denied every getting those letters but did let it slip him and my so called mother had read them. That's all I needed, they both knew how I felt about them, They both new I was totally disgusted in them and they also knew I was nothing like them as I love the bones of my daughter and would take a bullet for them, something they would never do.

One letter I didn't think about writing was to my Junior School teacher Mr Henderson, he was such a loving and caring man or so we all thought until he started touching me in places he shouldn't be touching. He has since died, he got what he deserved, his wife another of my teachers never found out what a dirty old man he was. So I thought why not go better and write it on the Blockchain then even though he is dead his actions are out there and he can't do a thing about them.

So here I go (I am sorry if this upsets people)

MR HENDERSON ON YOUR RIGHT WITH THE BROWN SUIT

Mr Henderson.

There are a few questions I would like to ask you, I know I can't receive those answers anymore but still want to write them, you after all deserve to be told about, you do deserve some punishment so blackening your name will have to do.
You knew what you were doing, There was most definitely children before me and I know for definite you carried on with children younger than me. Do you know how much I hate myself for not speaking up to another teacher then maybe then you would have been caught and dealt with. See I told my parents who didn't believe me, they told me you were just being friendly and to stay out of your way. A child back then was scared of any adult especially one in authority, I was young how did I know it's what you all did. I was young and didn't have a good home life, yeah you knew that as you watched, I never got dropped off at school, I never got picked up, I had to walk up that horrible long main road by myself. You knew that. You knew all the vulnerable children you knew exactly what you were doing.

Do you know or care how scared I was when you used to tell me to come stand in the front of the class to read to the rest of the class, people I was friends with, you made me stand behind that horrible big wooden desk and whilst I read from the book you would put your hand under my skirt and touch me where you shouldn't have. You used to make me miss playtime so you could sit me on your knee and tell me I was your favourite. You scared me, I tried to hide, I tried my best to leave the class room as quick as I could but you always managed to catch me.

LIKE THE CAR YOU USED TO DRIVE

Walking home I remember you car going the same way as me, quite often you would stop asking me to get in for a lift home, I got used to you so used to hide in the trees until you would go past. The first few times it happened I was shocked and scared, I don't eve think I spoke to you I would just run off home and not look back,I dread to think what would have happened if I got in your car.

Did you ever think about how I was at home, crying that I didn't want to go to school, how scared I was especially when I knew I had your class that day, The thoughts of running away just to escape you was my dream. I often thought about shouting out about you but who would they believe me or a disabled teacher, you had a short leg and disabled right side, no one would believe the things you did and everyone thought you were lovely.

Do you realise how much you have ruined my life, you and my parents are all a waste of space, But one thing I have over all of you is I am nothing like you, I taught my children how to deal with teachers who went to far. I told them to tell there friends to talk to other teachers, thankfully my children where never touched because they were never neglected, Everyday they went to school I dropped them Off and I picked them up, if my child cam to me and told me what I told my parents believe me people like you would be dealt with, I wouldn't let it drop until I got justice. I'm better than you.

From
Karen

Writing this has made me feel a lot better, I feel more powerful knowing at 9 I got away from you, I am just sorry I couldn't have helped the others you touched but that's on my parents heads as they knew about it, they saw how scared I was, they could have had words with you but they decided to ignore it leaving you to do what you want.
I am not going to say R.I.P as I really hope your not, actually I don't care anymore your just a dirty old man and now a lot more people know about you.

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