THIS IS A TRUE STORY - THE PAEDOPHILE WAS CONVICTED - WARNING; THIS BOOK CONTAINS SOME GRAPHIC TEXT AND THE MEMORIES ARE STILL FRESH.
A shocking true story of child sexual abuse. A 40 year journey covering a happy childhood, sexual child abuse, violence, drug abuse, depression, police action and life in the present. My name is Dermot, I was a normal boy growing up in Wood Green, London, England. I was around ten when my life changed.
I was taken from the street outside my house to my mum’s employer’s house and it was here I was abused.
His name is David George Holding and run a bakery on Middleton Road, Bowes Park, London together with another in Southgate, London.
My first memory when I was standing in my cot looking out of my parent’s bedroom window.
The curtains were closed but there was a slit of light were the curtains came together at the top.
It was not morning, neither evening, somewhere in-between. I could hear people talking in another room and felt that I had been forgotten, even though I could not yet speak? I was never a person to cry.
But when I was a bit older after having a very happy childhood things changed. This episode of my childhood was to shape the rest of my life.
A shocking true story of child sexual abuse. A 40 year journey covering a happy childhood, sexual child abuse, violence, drug abuse, depression, police action and life in the present. My name is Dermot, I was a normal boy growing up in Wood Green, London, England. I was around ten when my life changed.
I was taken from the street outside my house to my mum’s employer’s house and it was here I was abused.
His name is David George Holding and run a bakery on Middleton Road, Bowes Park, London together with another in Southgate, London.
My first memory when I was standing in my cot looking out of my parent’s bedroom window.
The curtains were closed but there was a slit of light were the curtains came together at the top.
It was not morning, neither evening, somewhere in-between. I could hear people talking in another room and felt that I had been forgotten, even though I could not yet speak? I was never a person to cry.
But when I was a bit older after having a very happy childhood things changed. This episode of my childhood was to shape the rest of my life.
