The response to the article on the man who was sexually abused as a child more than 40 years ago, which was carried in this space two columns ago, has been overwhelming. This outpouring of offers of help has again convinced me that we are a largely caring people and because "good news" doesn't sell as much as the bad tidings, one has to seek out the positives in our society. The very day on which that article appeared there were ten hits before 10 am on my e-mail, most of the writers lamenting the absence of proper social infrastructure to deal with sexual abuse on the whole.
Two of my readers said this problem, which also affected children a great deal–boys and girls–was more rampant than was reported, for the very reason outlined by the gentleman who asked me to highlight his burden–that people were afraid of being ridiculed by reporting these cases to anyone–at home or the police. Would you believe that some of my readers doubted the authenticity of the story? It reminded me of the attitude (which I hope is a dying one) of some police officers to reports of a sexual nature, which borders on the same kind of insensitivity displayed by the indifferent and the callous in the society.
The gentleman himself has asked me to pass on his gratitude to those who expressed concern and offers to help him. He deeply appreciates it and said for the first time he feels that the emotional pain bottled up all these years is finally being eased, gradually. He promised to carefully go through the responses and will decide for himself which to accept. But he swears he is not going to respond favourably to the advice from the reader who suggested that he should share his secret with his wife or children, if they are adults.
"Although we have a perfect relationship with love being the key word, I don't think I can ever tell, especially my wife, about this problem that has been eating away at me for so long. Unless I am convinced to do so by the person whom I will chose to deal with my issues," he told me. He said he was reluctant to accept the advice at face value in that having lived with his wife for an appreciable length of time he was quite aware of her attitude towards certain things, and he would not want to destroy his relationship with his family. I am reproducing just one of the responses with no comment of my own.
�
Dear Mr Raphael
Re: "Painful secret."
Thanks for highlighting a very sensitive subject here. And I wish to support the brother personally involved. I sincerely hope he will soon be in contact with a capable individual willing to offer him the comfort, compassion and emotional security he needs without him being trapped into a lifelong therapy designed to keep many in business really. This is of particular interest to me and why I am propelled to make an immediate contact regarding your article. It must be very disturbing and painful for someone to live with this silent history for so long.
I completely understand how difficult it is to find help and comfort in Trinidad. In a society that is by nature very open and expressive and at the same time suffers severely from a lack of care and professionalism.
Unfortunately its part of the lifestyle and way of life very much accepted here. Having lived in Trinidad for many years I'm aware of the stifling issues relating to this small island and the explosion of freedom that exists there also.
In many ways it has attracted me and therefore kept my eyes and heart on this poor paradise no matter where in the world I find myself. A place I dearly love...and would always be available to assist in any way I can. To ensure a developed society in every aspect for my fellow brothers and sisters and not referring to the development taking lace in Trinidad by means of high-rise buildings but with no visibility...
I would be more than happy to offer any assistance to our brother if he is willing to make contact and thank you once again for providing me with an insight of what's happening to that spot on the map wedged somewhere deep in my heart and bleeding secretly for what I have left behind... Sorry for my unedited thoughts and hope you understand my feelings...
Best regards
From a chilly space
Patricia
