(en encore post by Cecil Murphey)
He signs it CGP.
"I think I could have handled it all right if it had been somebody else, but it was my father. I was twelve and he told me it was time for me to learn about sex and he wanted to help me. It began with touching, stroking, and kept going.
"That was my father! How can a man have sex with his own son? How could he do that to me?"
When CGP was sixteen he tried suicide twice. The first time he tried asphyxiation by lying on his father's bed with a plastic bag over his head, but his father came home early and found him. The second time he took a bottle of sleeping pills. As he was losing consciousness, he knew he didn't want to die. He called 911.
"I hate my dad," he wrote, "and I don't know if I'll ever be normal." He also said that he wrote to me because of the blog and he hadn't told anyone else.
We corresponded by email several times a week for about two months and I sensed he was doing better, but he stopped writing and didn't answer my emails.
I wonder how many others out there are like CGP.