I had a hideous flashback while reading that. When I was still in, I took my grandson to visit a meeting with a deaf friend of mine and they asked me to interpret for the sign language group in the hall. Grandson was only a toddler. While I signed, he was messing around near me, crawling on the chairs and copying me signing, and a sister I had never met grabbed him and took him out of the hall. My powerlessness to prevent this abuse might have actually been one of the things which opened my eyes to the control this borganisation exerted on me. I just carried on signing and within a minute he was carried back in distraught, crying for me. This was all the more weird because up until that moment he had never really been bothered about being close to me, but he sat on my lap cowering for the rest of the meeting.
I had forgotten about that until reading that letter.