Sandusky, Fine and Sexual Coercion: Pedophilia

      Recently the public has been stunned by the alllegations of a coach molesting young men.  No me.  In the Late 1990's I had a student in my class who endured sexual molestation at the hands of his coach. Two hundred people signed a petition defending the teacher and coach.  Why?  Pedophiles are very clever in hiding their behavior.  Pedophilia is insidious and more so when it involves young men. Why?  Young men rarely talk about it. 

    Male on male molestation involves tactics that are designed to confuse, camouflage and deter possible reporting.  Pedophiles can be anyone. They can be your neighbor, clergy member, teacher, coach or relative. Most victims of sexual abuse do not ‘tell’ until they are older but males have a more difficult time revealing because they often feel complicit or responsible for the act. With only a short time to engage your thinking let’s review some signs.

Sexual Coercion Romanian Style

11/25
            Today one out of four people have been sexually abused and with the recent media highlighting the two coaches under investigation it’s a topic to be explored.  Did you know that few people tell, that the perpetrator is almost always someone known?  Men tell less often than women.  The average age for ‘telling’ is usually when the victim is in their 30’s- way after the statute of limitations has expired?  It’s very interesting how we think of sexual coercion or rape in the US.  Few young people know that at one time the victim, unless she was a nun, was seen at fault. Neil matha I had forgotten how far we had come in the past few decades but I was going to be reminded  on Thanksgiving Day. 
            “You are up so early.”  Cristiana shoved the coffee cup into her face.  A horde of tired hung over women faced the island with the entire dinner for thirty awaiting assembly.  Cristiana led the charge handing out knives and tasks which we took on.  I did the garlic knowing my Italian sensibility would make sure it was added to everything.  Maria , born in Mexico did the chilies.  Liza, French and Haitian made sure the butter when into everything and Cristiana our Romanian grabbed the birds and massaged the oils and herbs into their cavity.  The rhythm grew  livelier as Franklin, our only male helper poured liquor into the coffee cups. 
            I pierced the beat again when I brought up a crazy dream I had the night before. I had fallen asleep while Cristiana was spinning a tale.  Something about an old woman..rape…a dirty drunkard…