I thought about it overnight, the idea of naming the crime as it were. I spent some time reading a few news reports from 2009 when an incident similar to mine happened and some kids got locked up as a result. I suppose my reluctance at times is that I dont want that to be me in the paper but then on the otherhand, its prob an irrational fear of other people taking over to get justice - Im lucky my sister lives on the other side of the world, she was insanely angry about what had happened because she knew all the people involved.
What the heck, you only live once... Some of you may recall that rather horrific story of those two kids who carried out that sustained attack on those two other boys, about 18 months ago the story ran, it sounded pretty bad, I didnt care for the details.
When I was 8 I suffered something similar several times by the same 4 kids each time, although the level of outright violence was less and only used to subdue rather than for the sake of it.
I remember wandering down the allotments near my home where kids used to make camps and I went up to the current camp to see who was about.
I got ushered into the camp by some kids and inside, there was a girl I knew, older than me, about 15 from a very wayward Romany family ( live in a council house tho ).
She then lifted up her top as part of her version of show and tell ( I was 8 and had no idea quite what I was even seeing and no interest in it either ).
She then turned on me and demanded I stripped. I was like no your alrite love an went for the exit but she yelled at two kids to block the exit which they did, I tried to push past but they shoved me back in and into a load of nettles.
Then something hit me in the head and I cant say for sure how long it was but I sort of came to in that way where you take a while to realise where you are and whats happening. I was laying on the floor and the first thing I saw was this foot, well a Reebok trainer to be precise, standing on my wrist and I became aware that there was a kid each standing on my wrists, infact I could barely move at all because the girl was sitting on my legs and someone else was standing on my ankle.
I remember she had half a brick in her hand so I assumed that was what had cracked me round the head, I screamed but she smacked me in the stomach with the brick so it took my breath away and then took a few cracks at my arms aswell for good measure I guess. At this point I was in sensory overload because the pain was in so many places an my head was thumping, it all felt a bit blurry, but I have moments of clarity about what she and the other kids did next. The brick was used a few more times, I cna picture her holding it up, sharp edges too.
I guess the blanket term is gang rape, the things she did, they did, certainly I had no real idea what they were doing, but I do now and it makes me sick just thinking about it, details ill keep for myself, serves no purpose.
I dont really know when it ended, I remember wandering home in a bit of a daze, lying about why I had a bump on my head ( fell of my bike mum ) and just going to play in my room.
Its weird because I had all these memories clear as day, but I realise now that the mind can act to protect you so I attributed no significance to any of it and until a year or so ago, I hadnt. Then there was just one night, id just drifted off and like a sodding movie, I woke up and suddenly all those memories, the whole thing took on its true meaning and with adult eyes, I saw what they had done. And I cried for hours, hated it, but I couldnt stop and I dont really cry unless someone departs this earth usually, but in a way, I guess I was mourning that lil boy I see in the pictures because now I realise where much of what came later started and why he wasnt smiling anymore in 90% of the pictures.
The crushing part is actually that I realised it was just wrong time, wrong place, just chance, on another day id have been fine. My sister said that when she thinks back, she knows that something had happened, but sometimes, aslong as the trains run on time as they say, nobody notices.
This was unfortunately just the start. Maybe I was just unfortunate, I guess its possible although Ive read many times that once you become a victim, you can get an invisable marker on you that screams out to bullies and such.
Luckily it happened the once like that, then a lesser episode happen a few weeks later.
I guess I wanted to share that because I think quite often when you read about this kind of thing, they gloss over the long term effects and the actual violence never seems to be protrayed how I remember it. My version is sanitised so as not to be censored, people can fill in most gaps anyway.
There is an awful lot more stretching another ten years past this, some of it notable in its own right, but its the nightmares from this which prey on me on occasion and I guess its that pivotal moment from which alot of who I am comes from.
Hope you guys dont mind me sharing, delete if deemed too much.
I temporarily hid this to allow Stu a moment or two for reflection and to ensure that we were in a good position to monitor the thread and manage any undesirable comment. We've now agreed that it should run. Smokie
Last edited by: smokie on Tue 22 Feb 11 at 12:55
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