Sexual Abuse!
I remember running my hand over her thigh and feeling the flesh above her stockings. I didn't know it was abuse. I did know it was all my fault! It took the train eight hours each way to visit my parents in Bridlington, Yorkshire, last weekend. Brid is now the largest Crab & Lobster handling port in the UK. It’s also the holiday destination, where my family stayed, in a caravan each summer, for the first seventeen years of my life. My first ever plane journey was aged 18 to play rugby for England schoolboys against France. Yorkshire holds many happy memories but one (which changed my life) not so happy. As I said last week ‘what doesn't destroy you makes one grow’. Normanton Grammar School are having a 50th anniversary reunion this June and all being well, I shall attend. Memories of the school and my childhood come flooding back as I journeyed north. I remembered I had failed the Grammar School entrance exam. I also recalled my introduction to sex. New Year’s E