Hundreds of children are being taught in often “squalid” conditions in unregistered schools - where they are “at significant risk of harm”, chief schools inspector Sir Michael Wilshaw has warned.Sir Michael, chief executive of Ofsted - the education standards watchdog, has written to Education Secretary Nicky Morgan asking her to take urgent action to speed up their closure.My father, Stephen Michael Morrisette, who now goes by the name of Rocky Morrisette, touched my breasts (or chest, pre-boobs) several times when I was a young girl. "I didn't have sisters when I was growing up, so I don't know what developing breasts look like. He brought me gifts when he returned from his long TDYs (temporary duty in the US Air Force.) One time he handed me a silk, white negligee. Gifts like these are called 'grooming behavior.' I didn't learn the term until I was in my twenties, in therapy.And when he wasn't touching them, he was to touch them. The abuse he perpetrated on one of my younger sisters, Sariah, was much worse. The first time happened when she was in KINDERGARTEN. This abuse of my sister was far more extensive and perverse then what happened to me.
A sex offender registry is a list of all convicted sex offenders in a state.Warning: the following post could be a trigger post if you have been a victim of sexual abuse. One of the real fucked up things about being abused by a parent, is that they are still your parent. At the time, I thought it was only that one incident, but after years of therapy, I now know of more.If you are currently a victim of sexual abuse, you don't have to suffer in silence. If you are a survivor of past abuse, or a current victim, you can get help through the hotline listed on RAINN's webpage here. Not because I forgot them, but because as an even younger child when the other incidents occurred, I didn't realize they were abuse. How to identify flora and fauna, and how to survive, in the Alaskan wilderness. He introduced us to theater, poetry, and public speaking.The incident above, done when my father thought I was asleep, is what first blatantly registered to my young mind as abuse. " He would press his body and his erection up against us when we were standing up, or lying on the couch, or in bed at night while we tried to sleep. Another time, a purple silk kimono he wanted me to use as a 'house robe.' We were children, and thought the presents were beautiful and exotic (they were); they were also wildly inappropriate.