Long story short, the girl chapped the door the other day and said “There’s this man in my house who says he’s my uncle but he’s not my uncle and he keeps trying to cuddle me and I don’t want to be cuddled so I just ran to your door.” I say “WHAT?” The wee one says “Daddy’s fishing friend.”
“Is he allowed in your bedroom?”
“Yes”
“What I tell my girl to do if a grown up lays hands on her and she’s not happy with it is scream “FUCK OFF, YOU’RE NOT MY DADDY/ MUMMY!” as loud as she can, and keep screaming it.”
“I’m not allowed to shout or swear.”
“Okay. Is mummy in?”
“Yes.”
“Go and tell mummy exactly what you’ve told me and say you don’t want to shout and swear ’cause you’re a good girl, but can he please be kept out of your bedroom.”
“Okay.”
“Good lass.”
I follow her upstairs thirty seconds behind to eyeball the scene and this little man is coming out of her room with a big grin on his face. He says to my six year old daughter in a strange flirtatious way “Is this yer mammy, or is it yer sister,” pretty poor patter even among grown-ups, but chilling in the context. I get the kid again and say “Tell mummy.” When I come back moments later and Little Man is gone, I breathe out.

So… Adoring Daddy accosts me on the staircase three days later. “Whit you been telling the wean, telling her to shout and that? She just told me the now.” In the ensuing meeting of minds he tells me he will send Little Man to my door so I can say to face what I think of him, then turns his flabby hide to leave and says “Mind your own business you nosy cow,” after turning his back on me. I had my three month old son with me, so I said nothing, thought for a bit, then notified the police of the whole unsettling series of events, finding an opportunity to warn the lady of the household. If I’m to expect guests I’d like to know whom it is I’m expecting. I hope the all female team they’ve just sent up to chap his door give his ass a thorough feeling.

To brandish a cliche, “I just adore children, but I couldn’t eat a whole one.”

The wife found out about it, shit a brick, and (IIRC) turned him in.

That influenced me to wonder how many of these dirtbags ranting about gay men molesting little boys are actually molesting boys *or* girls themselves.

My mom’s boyfriend/new husband (not sure) wanted to adopt me when I was very small. My dad found out about it and that was one of his reasons for suing for custody. I guess you could say my situation was different, though–my dad is no saint, but he never molested me or anything, and it was my mom who was the nut (based on my observations of her behavior now that I’m an adult) and who wasn’t taking care of me. I do wonder what Mom’s boyfriend or husband or whatever he was’s motivations were in wanting to adopt me though.

As for the vlogging post: I was yet another kid whose father fought bitterly for custody and neglected me well beyond the point of criminality. The judge deciding the custody? Didn’t actually give a rat’s ass, in spite of many letters written to him by me, my mother, and my mother’s lawyer.

It’s just the fetuses and the women they are conflicted about.
I have no inclination to chase up the NZ University paper.

While there’s no doubt that Allen’s behavior was disgusting, I’d still like to note that Soon-yi was not his adopted child. Mia Farrow adopted her with Andre Previn. They, Allen and Farrow, did not share a household and how much of a parent Allen was to Soon-yi while she was growing up is debatable.

My half-sisters’ stepfather was one of those child-loving adoptive men. He loved children so much he raped both my sisters.

http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/news/article-23488210-details/It’s heresy to say it, but having a step-parent can wreck a child’s life/article.do