I’ve been on my own this week. As I often do at such (infrequent) times, I decided to challenge myself a little. So I watched both of the new documentaries about family dysfunction and sexual abuse: House of Maxwell and Jimmy Savile: a British Horror Story.
I think I do this on my own because I can react as I wish, in private. I can stop and start. I can drink wine. And I can take time to just think about it all. I don’t know if it’s unusual, but I don’t find these things triggering. Neither documentary is sensationalised — that’s what I hate, when things are sensationalised — so I always felt on secure footing.
It was all damning of course. Decades into dealing with my own childhood and the fall out from that, I am well acquainted with the enormous intricacies and confusions and horrors indeed which surround Child Sexual Abuse.
So I didn’t expect to hear anything new. Yet the producer of Jim’ll Fix It, Roger Ordish, said something which completely threw me: ‘How,’ he said, asking himself, asking the interviewer, musing, ‘could I have been so naive?’.
Naivety. I confess that I have never, ever, even THOUGHT about that word in relation to not ‘seeing’ abuse.
And I suddenly realised: I am so steeped in the dysfunction of my young life — that I don’t know any different. Living in awareness of dysfunction is my ‘normal’. I have absolutely NO idea what it would be like to live a life WITHOUT the knowledge and suspicion of sexual abuse, or abuse of any sort really.
I don’t know what it might be like NOT to suspect abuse in the first instance.
Naivety isn’t an excuse, but it IS a reason not to know about abuse. I now — suddenly — understand that sometimes abuse isn’t seen simply due to a (blessed) lack of knowledge. Simply because it doesn’t seem possible. Not within the realm of your experience.
The photograph at the top of this post, for instance: what does it make you think of? We read situations according to our experience, like it or not.
As activists and campaigners and makers and survivors — we need to understand that some people have been lucky. Really lucky. That the whole idea of abuse is alien, and that therefore they lack all awareness of its possibility. That they are not ‘looking away’ (seeing something and dismissing) so much as not even registering the possibility of abuse.
So ‘raising awareness’ can be literal. Not just making something ‘more important’ — but making it important AT ALL. And from there — and only from there — can come action. We can break the incidence of sexual abuse to others as gently as possible, but break it we must. None of us can afford to be naive, as painful as it is to face that. I’m as sorry as the next person that the world is like this, but as we have seen: horrible people take advantage of a naive world.
From my memoir Learning to Survive, about sensing what might threaten below the surface.
X is for X-ray Vision
What I am afraid of, deep down and unacknowledged, when moving to Virginia, I do not understand for a long time. I have already been through so much in my six years that this – a house, a family – might well have been for the best. Security. And I have no doubt that everyone involved – my grandparents, my mother, and, I’m guessing, my father – all believe this, despite the inevitable and distressing first shifts in a new place.
So what do I know? What about my life so far is already sending me messages?
I do not think I have any articulable way of knowing then. But I do know now. I now understand the messages that I sense under surfaces, behind smiles, in silences.
There is a man here at Gladstone’s Library where I am working. And I don’t like him. Not one bit. He has a soft face, a spoiled face. He moves deliberately. He watches without wanting to appear that he watches. He repels me. I have seen him in conversation with others, and he seems perfectly nice. This doesn’t, however, change my mind. I know what he is.
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Just looking at the picture, I’d say the child is willing, holding the man’s finger. It’s not that simple though; the picture is an outline, there’s no expression & the faces can’t be seen. As an experienced critical care nurse, we are “taught” to look for signs & to listen, but it is in the believing where abuse is tackled, in my experience. Your writing is so hugely important. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much and sorry to be a couple of days with this reply. The believing is SO important — but also, children need to feel empowered to actually say something. A huge proportion of child (and then adults) NEVER disclose the abuse. Everyone knows abuse is ‘bad’ — but children know that too. So they feel shame and distress, so they say nothing, even if asked. It really is up to the adults to learn to read signs, and to ask questions, and to provide a safe environment in which to do so. And then, yes, belief. But if adults aren’t aware, or don’t believe it even happens — then the silence and stigma remain. xxx