Yesterday was one of many days, I have been searching the internet for possible newspaper articles about a sexual offender caught in the U.S. I wanted to know, if somebody finally caught this guy somewhere... Maybe finally somebody found out, what he did to me and maybe other young girls. It couldn't be that he ruined my life and simply got away with it. That he was living a happy life with wife and kids in a suburban house with a beautiful backyard, waving the newspaper-guy in the morning. I could not imagine this idyllic world for him...this couldn't be...
Almost every day I remember my friends' words, saying he was innocent and that I wanted to screw him...
So day by day I was searching for a hint. His name. A soldier based in Vilseck, Germany back in 1998/99. Incidents combined with his name. As finally yesterday a site popped up with registered sexual offenders in the U.S. ... there he was. There was his disgusting face in this mugshot...
I felt relieved at first. Now somebody finally caught his pervert ass! Now the world knows! People know he is an abuser. There's no other way than to finally believe me now! There's no way he can get near young girls now. People are aware of him now.
But then I got sad somehow... I wasn't the only one... There were other young girls who got hurt, whom he laid his hands on. Maybe I could have done something to prevent this, if I only spoke up earlier... but I couldn't...no one ever believed me... I was a freak girl, they said, I only wanted attention. I dressed the wrong way and I was a whore, they said. It suddenly hit me again... I could't sleep... I had these flashbacks in my dreams and during the day... I remembered what happened back then.
How he picked me up at my parent's house and nobody noticed... how he was driving around with me in his car and made me touch him although I DIDN'T want it.... how I had to hide in the trunk of his car to get to his room at the barracks. How his freaking camera was watching me all the time I was there. How I begged him to turn it away, to turn it off... How all his visits or mine ended with the same procedure... I had to touch him... How he talked and talked his sweet talk to poison my mind and nobody was there to wake me up and tell my little teenage brain: DON'T GO THERE, DON'T DO THE THINGS HE WANTS YOU TO DO, he is BAD, he will do BAD things to you. You don't get it now, but you will later. How he tried to buy me with buying me all the stuff I wanted and promising me to fulfill my dreams and help me with my music career. I was so young and so dumb... he took advantage of my teenage naivity and NOBODY could help, nobody could have stopped it... because he made me think he was "so good to me and I was ungreatful". He made me think I needed him in my life. And so he made me think it was normal. The things he did to me were ok. He made me... mute. So NOBODY EVEN KNEW....and as the accident happend... NOBODY CARED. He told everybody I was a dumb little girl and I wanted to ruin his
carreer because I wanted attention. He told everyone he never had
anything to do with me. I was a psycho, he don't even know me. He met me
just once with my friends and said hello. And everyone believed him...
Years over years I punished myself and the ones who loved me. Years of depression and self-destructive behavior. Years of blaming. Years of prejudice and misunderstanding. Years of trying to explain myself and now....
Years over years I punished myself and the ones who loved me. Years of depression and self-destructive behavior. Years of blaming. Years of prejudice and misunderstanding. Years of trying to explain myself and now....
Now somebody out there, someone cared... and this pervert asshole got caught... The one who was such a good soldier, the one who was such a good man, and the one who was everybody's darling...finally there was somebody he could not fool! Someone who showed the world, who this man really was and what he was hiding...
I am so thankful to you, dear stranger!
...bittersweet satisfaction followed by unwelcome flashbacks...