Gosh, this is all going so fast and just seems to get worse and worse (leaving me wondering if it will ever get better?).
After an exchange with my brother I can see that even though he believes he is not still under the control and influence of our Father he still clearly is, he sent me this statement -
I haven't got a problem with it really.I got the true story one night drunk with him and [uncle] and stupid though it was it wasn't abuse or paedophilia....well.....an abuse of position at worse.The lad was infatuated with Dad and pursued him....he stu[pidly went for it.
Can my brother not see that this is simply my Fathers side of the story? Can he not see that Judy wanting to talk to him isn't actually anything to do with the event that sparked this investigation off?
Anyway, I had given Judy my Mothers name and contact number telling her that my Mum would really like to talk to her as she has been trying to be heard about this matter for many years and Judy phoned my Mum this afternoon. They talked for over half an hour my Mum says, I could tell Mum had shed tears and was a bit shaken, she told me that my Father has completely played down the police investigation side of this as the thing next week isn't just an interview, it is a bail condition!!!! My Mum also told me that questions Judy asked sparked other memories for her (just like it did me) about being called up to the school when my brother was between the age of 8 and 11 about inappropriate behaviour at school. This is all making me feel like I am going crazy, my brother was (and still is) spitting out every red flag for abuse there is yet nothing happened, no one listened! I have a good idea why this was when my brother hit high school, my Father was chair of governors, Catholic school serving the parish all his cronies served at, the big influential man on a pedestal.
Due to the way my brother has reacted Judy isn't going to call him right now but rather arrange a visit to him in a couple of weeks, I think this is a very good call. I actually feel even more sad for my brother now then I did, and for my sister. I have been the only one to stand up and challenge, to accept my childhood wasn't all it could have been and risk myself to all the feelings this stirs up in me, it's horrific and I know why my brother doesn't want to do it and my sister, well, she is her Fathers daughter all the way, she thinks like him, she reacts to situations like him, she re writes history like him. A good example is this, late last summer my family were visiting my Mum, my Mum had my sister and her 3 kids living with her, rent and bill free for the previous 3 years, she was meant to be clearing debts and saving a deposit to get her own place again. My sister took the piss, one of the biggest ways she did this was by flying out to America twice to see her online boyfriend leaving her children with my Mum! Things were tense through our visit and blew into a row, I was there, I saw with my own eyes the events of that night, my Mum lost her temper and did through a glass of water over my sister after my sister had followed her shouting at her while my Mum was trying to remove herself. My sister left in a huff, told the council my Mum had chucked her and her kids on the street, she got a place in a hostel and then a council house while screaming domestic violence allegation about that night! She had the police to my Mums door saying she didn't feel safe to go get her stuff but when my Mum eventually said to her 'look, the police are here, make a complaint' she refused to. The police left very cross at my sister and giving my Mum there massive apologies.
Obviously there is far more to the above story but it gives you an idea of how much she is her Fathers daughter. It isn't her fault I think, she has just been twisted into a knot by hit, she has learnt her responses and behaviour from him. For Christ's sake she once turned round to me and said that I only have complex health problems despite her! It sounds familiar doesn't it?
Off on school run and then birthday afternoon with dd now, my mind has been so occupied that I only realised an hour ago that I hadn't bought dd a birthday cake!!! DH has gone on the mad dash to town (no short trip, we are in the sticks!) to get her one, oops, feel shitty I forgot to get my own daughter a birthday cake 