Child Abuse Story From Doug
by Doug
(Florida, USA)
Probation:
when i was an 11-year old boy three of my friends and i were busted for breaking into a feed mill and stealing some jack knives. we were sentenced to a year of probation, and i was required to visit a probation officer once a month, and submit to home visits upon demand. the probation officer took an immediate interest in me that later in life i came to recognize when i was mature enough to understand it. he would pull the shades in his office and lock the door when i appeared for my monthly visit. i came to dread these monthly visits, and as the appointed time would approach, my fear would rise and overshadow any other thoughts or considerations. after my "visit" was over, i would feel incredible relief. however, after several months, the probation officer decided to exercise his right to perform home visits. he happened to show up when my mother was away from home. i quickly learned to keep an eye out for his car, so i could disappear when he turned up. the only trouble with this method of evasion was that i became so nervous and hinky that i was never at rest anymore. i had to keep my eye out for this guy at all times, and i still was required to make my monthly visits to his office once a month. i did not feel that my accusations would do any good against an officer of the court, and as it was, in this small town i was seen as a trouble maker and ne'er do well. many years later, when i heard of his death, i did a little dance of delight.
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