By Don Shetterly
Often, I hear people say, “Why didn’t you report what was done to you to someone?”
To which, I think, “Who would I have told?”
A school teacher that seemed to not give me any attention in class, and when I couldn’t do first-grade math would set me in the corner of the room with scissors, paper, and glue to keep myself occupied?
Maybe it would be the person that molested me in the basement of the church while the congregation was singing hymns to God. No one seemed to notice. No one seemed to care. I … Read more...