Im not sure how far i'll get with this before i break down, im crying already, just being here on this site (sorry, that sounds awful but i think you understand my meaning) Three years ago my son was accused of rape. He was just 11. The circumstances were that he had been playing dares with a few friends and had jokingly dared another boy to do something. The boy didnt do it and they all carried on playing together for a few hours. The next day one of the other kids told his mum and she told the other boys mum who flipped and called the police.
And my whole world collapsed. He was arrested on suspicion of rape, he didnt even know what it meant The next few weeks were hell for us as word got out and he was bullied at school, had kids waiting outside for him. We had our door kicked in one night, my children were terrified. After a few months of this we were told that the rape charge would be dropped if he accepted a caution for ' inciting a minor to perform a sexual act' (this was for another dare that he gave for someone to run across the street and flash their bum)
Since this time, i am unable to move on. Every day i torture myself by replaying his arrest in my head, i can hear the words and they devastate me. I'll never forget social services interviewing my other children, and making me sign a declaration that i would not let him be alone with them. I blame myself for everything that happened, i tried to keep him a baby for as long as i could, he was absolutely clueless as to how a silly game could turn so serious. I had never spoke to him about sex, at 11 thought he was far too young to know. An example of just how innocent he was is when his solicitor asked him had he ever had an erection, to which he replied " no but ive had chicken pox"
I feel ive let him down so badly. And i continue to do so by not being able to move on, and not being able to be a good mum to my kids anymore ( i have 4). I dont eat, i hardly sleep, some days i cant go out the house. Im convinced people are still talking, although my partner insists theyre not. We see the other family every day, as we live in the same street. I live in fear every day, that it could all happen again so easily. Obviously hes a little more clued up now, and knows whats appropriate and whats not. But then again hes a 14 year old boy, just showing an interest in girls and the simplest things he says could be turned around.
I worry for example that if he said a girl was "fit" and she didnt like him, he would then be labelled a perv. Simple things like that scare me. Does that make sense? It causes a strain between us as im constantly on his back, when he talks to his friends on the pc i watch him, which doesnt go down well lol. A simple bit of banter between them and im having a go at him. I just have it in my head that, if he calls someone a name, they will retalliate with something to do with what happened and it'll be 'this weeks news' again.
I know i'll never be able to forget what happened, but i cant go on like this. I have no-one to talk to, i didnt even tell my family at the time' and ive cut myself off from all my friends, convinced that theyre talking behind my back. The only thing that keeps me going is my kids, they're my world, but im even making a balls up of that.
One good thing is that my son has coped really well. He still gets name called, on the odd occasion but he copes with it. I hope it stays this way.
And my whole world collapsed. He was arrested on suspicion of rape, he didnt even know what it meant The next few weeks were hell for us as word got out and he was bullied at school, had kids waiting outside for him. We had our door kicked in one night, my children were terrified. After a few months of this we were told that the rape charge would be dropped if he accepted a caution for ' inciting a minor to perform a sexual act' (this was for another dare that he gave for someone to run across the street and flash their bum)
Since this time, i am unable to move on. Every day i torture myself by replaying his arrest in my head, i can hear the words and they devastate me. I'll never forget social services interviewing my other children, and making me sign a declaration that i would not let him be alone with them. I blame myself for everything that happened, i tried to keep him a baby for as long as i could, he was absolutely clueless as to how a silly game could turn so serious. I had never spoke to him about sex, at 11 thought he was far too young to know. An example of just how innocent he was is when his solicitor asked him had he ever had an erection, to which he replied " no but ive had chicken pox"
I feel ive let him down so badly. And i continue to do so by not being able to move on, and not being able to be a good mum to my kids anymore ( i have 4). I dont eat, i hardly sleep, some days i cant go out the house. Im convinced people are still talking, although my partner insists theyre not. We see the other family every day, as we live in the same street. I live in fear every day, that it could all happen again so easily. Obviously hes a little more clued up now, and knows whats appropriate and whats not. But then again hes a 14 year old boy, just showing an interest in girls and the simplest things he says could be turned around.
I worry for example that if he said a girl was "fit" and she didnt like him, he would then be labelled a perv. Simple things like that scare me. Does that make sense? It causes a strain between us as im constantly on his back, when he talks to his friends on the pc i watch him, which doesnt go down well lol. A simple bit of banter between them and im having a go at him. I just have it in my head that, if he calls someone a name, they will retalliate with something to do with what happened and it'll be 'this weeks news' again.
I know i'll never be able to forget what happened, but i cant go on like this. I have no-one to talk to, i didnt even tell my family at the time' and ive cut myself off from all my friends, convinced that theyre talking behind my back. The only thing that keeps me going is my kids, they're my world, but im even making a balls up of that.
One good thing is that my son has coped really well. He still gets name called, on the odd occasion but he copes with it. I hope it stays this way.
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