Incest was whispered about in those days but I really didn’t know a lot about incest or what it actually meant. In 1976 I was living with a man just to have a roof over my head. I will call him Roger. I will never forget what happened. It sticks out in my mind as clear as day. It was the first and last time that I ever came to know what incest actually meant.
I came home three hours early one day and walked in on him gripping his tied up vulnerable sister. He left the room running and meanwhile I had to go in the kitchen and get some scissors to cut the taught ropes that held her. He had tied the ropes so tight that they were leaving an imprint on her wrists and feet.
She wasn’t screaming, and not even a whimper but at the time she was classed as simple. By today’s standards she would be labelled a vulnerable adult. This has caused me a lot of distress as I felt so sad for his sister. Even though she was vulnerable, she had three children by three different men. We can assume that all of which took advantage of the poor woman.
Even though, it was so long ago. I would like to have justice served for her. I do not know but perhaps her simple ways were a result of the abuse she sustained from her brothers. I never would have suspected any abuse or incest, as her brother always would talk down about her and how he despised her. The look on her face was one of ‘Thank goodness someone else has now seen this.’
I can only wonder, if this happened time and time again, but he was finally caught.