The Axeman
I was hoping to post one more charcoal image of a psychological abuse, by a stranger, when I was ten years old. But so far I have not been able to form an image that will not include his (perpetrator's) face. I will eventually get around to do the sketch, and when I do I will post it onto this thread.

To explain why it is difficult, it is because there was no physical abuse, and there was nothing to see at the time of the abuse. Just a few minutes of terror for my life. But I have never forgotten it. And I am not the only person who has felt this type of terror.

What happened was... I was walking from school to the train station. I was running a bit late and decided to take a shortcut through the bushland along the railway embankment. Suddenly a man blocked my path. He had an axe resting over his shoulder. He made me strip my pants and underwear down to my ankles, turned me around to have my back to him, and told me to stand still. I was to young to understand what a pedophile was or does. All I had in my mind was whether he wanted to kill me with the axe or not. I was suspended in terror in waiting for the fall of the axe over my head or where my right neck and shoulder meet. Time dragged on. My heart raced and sunk at the same time. Then he told me to dress and leave. Too scared to move, until I heard his footsteps moving away.

A lady from a nearby property saw what was happening. She phoned the police, and comforted my fears until the police took me to the station to question me. I was also scared of the police, but they soon calmed me down. Later they took me home.

A week later, on my way home from school, I saw three police cars parked along the road to the train station. They were waiting for me. The police sergeant asked me to look into a police car to identify the man. As soon as I saw him, I said 'yes'. Suddenly the police got into their cars and drove off with the perpetrator. I never heard anything more from that day on.
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Oh man! that just was a heavy replay. Children are so vulnerable to what is evil out there in the world. Not just outdoors but indoors as well. My only refuge is my spiritual self, that little light of warmth in my heart that constantly tells me I am okay and loved. That love is not from other people but from my understanding of God. God is the father I always wanted and still do today.

Thanks for travelling with me along this memory journey. I hope it may have helped others, as it helped me.

To be continued . . . sometime later.