What does someone do with that type of information?
Well this someone sat on the fence.
Could it have been the casual way that the abuse was talked about and the seeming insignificance of some of the acts, such as inappropriate touching, that made my feelings ebb and flow? Normally in our house disclosure and abuse are talked about in professional but passionate terms. These conversations draw deep feelings of revulsion and anger towards the perpetrator and compassion and sadness for the victim. So could it be that it was the time lapse or the almost flippant way that these things were talked about that made me non committal?
I now realise that perhaps people that have held onto this for such a long period of time and in this unique environment, need to test the water or even that our indoctrination by the church still pervades to the point of denial (it is better to bury our heads in the sand than to confront the awful reality of what was being said). It was only at further reunions when more disclosures were made, generally in the same casual manner, but by closer friends, that I started to feel strongly that I had to do something.