I recently listened to a fascinating interview with an ex-policeman called Paul Fitzharris. He worked in child protection and spent his time tracking down and catching abusers. Something he said really struck a chord. Time and again, he said, he'd been shocked by what people hide – and by how good they are at hiding it. It really got me thinking about how little we really know people. After I'd listened to him, I was making a mental list of the nicest men I know and wondering what they are really like.
Fitzharris said he'd turn up at a house where someone had been downloading indecent images, they'd knock, and a nice, ordinary lady would answer the door. The house would be lovely and clean, there'd be photos of her kids on the wall, and an old labrador would lumber over to greet them. The husband would be a teacher, or a plumber, or a GP, or whatever, and he'd immediately deny everything. He'd be very polite, very articulate, etc. Then they'd take him to the station and look on his laptop and open a door into hell – thousands and thousands of images of babies, of torture, just, well, you can imagine. Fitzharris described it as an "epidemic" and said that it's far more common that we think.
It's really been playing on my mind. Have any of you been shocked to discover something about someone? I had one or two experiences as a girl that still haunt me – moments when I realised that an adult male was not the kind, protective figure I assumed he was.