Wow Eric, I was also at the showing. I would have loved to have met you. The documentary was triggering so I really wasn't looking around. I don't think that I would have recognized anyone anyway. But as for Jimmy and Wade's parents letting them sleep over "in bed together" is pure negligence of the parent or parents.
When I was 4 and my mother ran after me in the house because she was going to punish me if I was lucky that I made it into the main bathroom in the house I would jump down the laundry chute into a wicker basket in the basement and from there I would crawl out the basement window and run to a neighbor lady and go play with her daughter. The neighbor lady would call my mother to tell her I was there. That was fine for her. When I did come home I was given a beating. Negligence by my mother and father.
At 9 years old we moved to another part of Long Island. When I was punished I just jumped out my second-floor window and went across the street to my boyfriend's house. There I would spend the night and my parents never looked for me. For them I was still in my room. My boyfriend's sister would over the next 8 years took thousands of photos which many were sold to the boy magazines in the '60s. Again my parents were negligent, they never came looking.
I met my judo teacher when I was 11-1/2. My parents thought that he was also a lawyer so it was OK for me to be with him. This is where Jimmy and Wade come to mind full force. I started staying with him in his city apartment. The judo school was only a couple of blocks away and my parents thought that he had a law practice in Queens, NYC. At 12 I was mesmerized that my judo teacher took so much time with me practicing judo and I got to sleep over at his apartment, I loved it. My parents lived on Long Island and he was in Manhattan. By 12-1/2 I was already being rented out for dates to people I thought were his friends. I was among other children brought to parties in the city where the kids that were brought there were auctioned off. I was flown or driven out of state to spend time with others of his friends. Again my parents were negligent.
My parents knew he was taking me to my high end private high school but I didn't always make it. I missed more days than I attended. But my parents had money so I would eventually graduate. Reminds me of the scandal going on with the rich people and colleges. That also set me up for my 4 year love affair with my gym teacher. Again my parents never questioned anything. I was in good schools with good people. When I was 13 my mother spent all winter in her Florida home. My father would fly down for the weekends. The judo teacher was taking care of me.
At 14 my judo teacher had told my parents that I was being signed up to be a model. The problem was that the modeling was not for Macy's or Sear's but for the porn industry. My parents never checked it out. When I was at my parent's house they would ask what are all the bruises? I told them it was from judo and other sports. Again they never looked into it further.
This was only a short list but what I wanted to stress was that my parents never checked up on anything. I was always in good hands. These days I cannot go on a Train or any public or private transportation. I am paranoid to walk on the streets. I cannot make or take telephone calls if I don't know who is on the other end. I was never able to go to a work interview. If my parents ever looked into who I was with things would have been much different.
To top this all off, over the past three years I found out that my parents are not my birth parents. I'm Norwegian by birth and I was in an orphanage till I was picked up at 9 months. My parents deny all this as being me making up stories but DNA does not lie.
I'm sorry to take up so much space and time but if my parents had looked into what was going on at any point in my youth. I would imagine things would have been much different. When I think of Jimmy or Wade I cry. It would have been so simple to look into what was going on.
Sending my love
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<3 Jeff
It does get better…….