The first time I was raped I was 6.
I got in trouble with the police for the first when I was about 7 and basically got a telling off and sent on my way.
I got arrested at the age of 10. I spent a couple of hours in the cells waiting for a responsible adult to come and collect me.
At 12 I had half of Cheshire Police out looking for me whilst I lay asleep half naked in the bed of a man in his 60s who had plied me with martini until I threw up and passed out.
I continued to get into trouble and break the law, drink, do drugs, cause criminal damage, etc. all through my teens. Some behaviour carried on into adulthood.
I was lucky though I didn’t get caught again and so that arrest at 10 remains the one and only time.
I will never know why I didn’t caught. I will never know why I didn’t end up down the route of drug addiction or prostitution or single with 3 kids I couldn’t afford in my teens.
For whatever reason my bad behaviour, which all stemmed from my very abusive childhood, didn’t become the thing that defined my life. When I took my rapist to court I was compensated for his crimes towards me by the government.
However, had I not found the strength in my early 20s to pull myself together and sort my life out and had instead ended up on drugs or getting pimped out by my boyfriend and had ended up doing something that saw me sent to prison,
Then whilst I could still take my rapist to court the government would punish me for not having had the moral fortitude to resist trying to blot out my abusive childhood with drugs and alcohol. I would be denied compensation because I had a criminal record. A criminal record, that all stemmed from me having been a vulnerable child in an abusive home.
Now some posters are also OK with the fact that I could be in the same prison whilst I did my time for stealing cheese for the third time as the one my rapist who now identifies as a woman is in?
NO. JUST NO. NO DEBATE.