I went to Silentlambs as well and at first I was shocked at these heartless posts and then I remember all the heartless things my (then) fellow Witnesses said to me all those years ago when we went public.
Here's an excerpt from my book, Father's Touch:
Later in the evening, another Elder calls to tell me he has received his subpoena. Elder Surin wants us to go over and discuss the case with him. I said we would but I dread talking to him.
“Why didn’t you go to the police when you first heard evidence we were being abused?” I ask.
“If we get asked that question in court, I will state, first, we didn’t know it was against the law and second, that we handled it the best way possible by removing Daniel from the congregation.”
“But why didn’t you try to help us get away from him?”
“I don’t think we should have taken you away from your father. Why? Where would we have put you?”
Marina pipes up, “Foster homes perhaps?”
“It would have been worse than living with your mother and father because the children’s agency would most likely have divided you up, and you wouldn’t have been a family.”
I cannot believe what I am hearing. My face is red. I’m angry, self-conscious, and very hurt but I refuse to remain silent.
“I don’t agree.”
“Donald, you’re the one who is wrong. Your anger is affecting your judgment. Why are you trying to make us feel guilty for something that happened so long ago? Especially your Mom—why make her feel guilty?”
I change the subject. I can’t express my anger or feelings. What else is new? I decide to press on.
“Brother Sandor said it would be a good idea to change our name. I don’t think so. I think people will think of us as Daniel’s victims.”
“You know, it would be better if you changed your name. There is a bad sound to that name now. It’s connected to Daniel. People will think of him and it will reflect on you all.”
Too bad Wilf isn’t here to listen to this. Yet another person thinks we should change our name. The rest of the evening is spent debating which one of us kids looks most like Daniel. “None of them,” says Mama firmly. Yet Erik wins the most votes. Poor Erik.
On the ride home, I promise my Mother: “Until the preliminary hearing you won’t hear me blame you or anyone else again!”
I am upsetting myself and everyone is getting annoyed with me. I am sick of this bullshit but even more determined to fight this through. God is on our side and although people may make mistakes, He is the only one we can totally rely on. I must believe the Elders are convinced they acted in good faith. Still, I think they should have tried to help us. I can’t do anything about that now. I must accept what happened to me and that there is no justice in this life.
I call Wilf about what happened tonight.
“I knew you would support my feelings, Wilf. I feel better, thanks. I’ve made up my mind that Mom has paid for not doing something about the abuse, and I have no right to continually make her feel guilty. If something were to happen to her because of this case, I’d never forgive myself, no matter how I justified my role or actions.”
“Donald, remember there is no right or wrong here. You are expressing feelings. That’s the important thing. We’ll talk about this next Friday.”
Before I try to sleep, I write:
Diary Entry, October 23, 1981. Although today I did not feel well, I’m surviving. I just take deep breaths and go on! Now from three sources, I have been told to prepare myself for the fact we might lose the case.
Although I express confidence in the trial and that we’ll get justice, I know nothing is certain. I have waited almost seventeen years for justice. I can wait as long as it takes.
I think I’m going crazy, nearing a breakdown even, yet I always make it. I have strengths I can’t believe I have. If I let go, everything I’ve worked for goes down the drain. But the pressures are getting to me. I’ve become mean and full of hate. Everyone is telling me this hate will destroy me. In many ways that’s true. Yet I told Mom again, hate keeps me going to a great extent.
People are just waiting for us to leave our religion, to give up, have a nervous breakdown, fall into immoral practices. Then they’ll say either, “I told you so!” or “I knew he was going to end up that way too!” It’s like they want us to leave so they don’t have to face us D’Haene children.
Oh I think all of this is almost too much!
Please someone help me know what to do. I think I am what I am whether I change my name or not. If I run away, I’m running away from myself—fleeing reality! I should be thought of based on what I am worth, what I have accomplished. These people are putting actually what they feel about the name D’Haene and Daniel into the conversation. If I listen to these kind of people I would go crazy. I am coming closer to the point I don’t want to discuss our life with anyone.
God, help me to keep love in my heart, not hatred.
Please, please someone love me for what I am, and allow me to love them too.
I must accept the fact Daniel might get off on probation or such a light sentence that justice won’t be done. With our society the way it is now, I shouldn’t be surprised. Most people don’t receive justice. I shouldn’t expect more than the average person. I’ll just have to wait and see.
I try to go to sleep but I can’t. Everything rolls over and over in my mind. The memories plague me. I just want to sleep! I want to force him out of my mind.
I finally nod off.
Daniel is coming into our house and forcing himself on me, raping me, taking control of me against my will. I feel cheap, dirty, worthless, low. I have to commit suicide to escape. Although I’m an adult, I can’t hit Daniel because I feel helpless like a small child. No strength. I have no right to fight back. “Papa knows what’s best.”
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