Today was a day I didn't think I'd ever have to live. I took my daughter for a polygraph test.
Yes.
Two girls have come forward. They state they were raped by the same boy. One girl was a mere 6 days after he raped my daughter. They were polygraphed as well. I guess the boy is getting polygraphed but I don't know for certain.
I know now how a juvenile gets polygraphed. I know the forms your sign. The releases you give. I know how your daughter gets interviewed because she was raped. I know the humility that goes with taking her to be examined. I know so much more that I ever wanted to know. Forgive me for bein unable to release to here. To have to come back and read it over and over. The scenes still play through my mind and my soul.
I sat in a police department for two and a half hours with my ex-husband, making small talk and acting like somehow all of this is normal. That we are divorced. That we are now the parents of a statistic. On all counts. Our daughter is a product of divorce, a rape victim. It is sad really. She is much more than that. She deserves to be much more than that.
In this all, I'm still sad. I'm angry this happened to my daughter. Those other girls. But overwhelmingly I'm sad. I'm saddened that this boy is so incredibly broken and wounded that he feels the need to hurt people this way. I find myself praying for him. My daughter? She has me, she is strong. She is getting help and I will fight every second to get her that help. This boy? His family is dysfunctional and broken. Help isn't going to happen unless justice does. Honestly that is what I want the most...for this boy, this child to get help.
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