Long story, I’ll try to keep short
About 40 years ago, my wife and I were foster parents, one of our foster children was 3 year old Carmen. We had taken all the children to the park and for a scant few seconds, nobody had an eye on Carmen. I saw her out of the corner of my eye, about to walk in front of my 5 year old son, who was swinging on the swings.
Too late to react in time, his foot kicked her squarely in the mouth, she was crying and bleeding profusely, we rushed her to the nearest E.R. and I carried her in.
The nurses tried to take her from my arms but every time they did she started screaming again, I knew they wanted to get her alone so they could question her and I had no objections. My son had already told them that he had accidently kicked her. However, Carmen objected to being separated from me, so the nurse allowed me to go into the exam room and hold her.
The kick had caused her to bite her tongue, hence all the blood. It aggrieved me, probably out of proportion, that while I was holding her, they pulled her pants and panties down, to look at her vagina. I asked them why did they think she was clinging to me so tightly, if I were her abuser. They had no answer as to why little Carmen wouldn’t let go of me. I told them it was because she knew that I love her and she loved me in return.
On one hand I can understand how awful that would be - to be silently accused - on the other hand, after so many rotten things have happened to kids what if they had not tried to check?
Good on you for being a great guy!
That’s a terrible story! Unbelievable! Infuriating - to me, anyway.