When I was 15 years old I was at home with my mum & dad . We had visitors from Monmouth . A couple with their daughter had come to see us all . I was off school doing revision for GCSEs as they were then . This was the 1970s .
My dad was quite proud of the fact that to support my mum’s recovery from cancer , they had bought a house away from our shop. My dear mum always craved a front door of her own and her dream had come true. My mum and dad were in the garden with the wife and daughter of the man that had visited us. I was in the kitchen washing up after making a cake.
Suddenly I felt this man behind me & grabbing me – i’m not going to go into detail of it all. I turned around pushed him away and I kicked him so hard between his legs that he fell to the ground . He was a tall strong man I weighed about 7 stone and I was no muscle machine . I shouted out .
What transpires will shock you because I ran upstairs and refused to come out of my bedroom. I was a wilful teenager and going through that 15 year olds know better – and I’m glad I was as this probably saved me from a worse fate. I knew that this mans behaviour was wrong.
About two hours later (after my family had eaten – I was left with no food and was in disgrace ) my mum came up to the room to ask me to come downstairs to say goodbye to the guests. All I remember her saying was “please don’t upset your dad because this man helped us a lot when we had a crash in our car before you were born” I told my mum what happened to me and she recoiled in horror. She understood that I couldn’t go downstairs. However, my father saw it in a different light . He didn’t speak to me for a week and in fact we never spoke of the incident again. Just recently my older sister found some old photographs and one of them was of this.man standing with my dad next to my dads badly damaged car. The day they had met . This man was smoking a pipe and he had an air of arrogance about him in the photograph.
I felt so angry looking at his face and wondered what he said to his wife and daughter to explain the fact that I’d never come downstairs again.
I’m writing this because it’s taken me 43 years to speak about this publicly .
To all the fathers out there believe your daughters to all the mothers out there help others to believe your daughters