It’s not the first time people have thought a member of my family was being abused. Here’s a true story from my childhood.
My Dad worked shifts and when he was on nights my little brother would come home from primary school, wake him up, and they would wrestle for a while, as dads and sons do.
Little brother’s baby teeth were loose and one time when he was wrestling, his two front teeth were knocked, and fell out. Two days later we had a social worker on our doorstep. It seems that little brother had gone into school next day and a member of staff had asked him what had happened to his teeth. Little brother had innocently replied, ‘Oh, my Dad kicked them out.’
Mum had a hard job explaining that away.
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