<p>I, too, had a terrible childhood experience. I too didn’t tell and didn’t want a friend who suspected to tell. When I finally told a trusted adult, way after the fact, that adult did nothing. I don’t think he believed me. </p>
<p>Literally two decades later, apparently the guy was still at it and ultimately he went to prison after a trial that turned the girl we hope was his last victim inside out. I knew another girl he had hurt, and when I talked to her in adulthood, she knew yet another two girls. At some point, we had all told someone not to tell.</p>
<p>There are no words for the regret I feel for not having pursued this close to the time it happened. Clearly, the responsibility here lay with me, but I also wish that my internist, the person I told, had done something. (This was before the days of child abuse reporting.) And I wish that the friend who suspected and on some level knew what was happening had defied me and told someone who was trained to handle these things. Such as a school counselor. How many girls would have been saved? </p>
<p>These days, counselors who work with children are trained to sort out and deal with these issues. If it turns out that this was the kind of encounter InterestedDad suspects it was, the counselor’s reaction will be different than if Helphelp’s friend and the friend’s girl cousin and God knows how many other little girls were, in fact, molested.</p>