The author, known to us, has never shared his story before. He is the second to post on Slipped Disc this week.
I was abused at a British music school from the time at which I entered the establishment aged ten, until the time I left aged sixteen.
It was, in that era, a boarding school so, aside from weekends off, the abuse was unremitting.
Six years of more or less uninterrupted hell. I have recently, through facebook, come into contact with a fellow student from those days who told me that two other boys, contemporaries of ours at the school back then, took their own lives subsequent, perhaps, to similar abuse.
I was lucky in that there were two academic teachers who seemed somehow to warm to me personally and, having maybe noticed the distress I was suffering, held out much-valued peripatetic hands of friendship, but I was generally unable to express my ongoing discomforts and, in the long run, they were unable to counteract the appalling mistreatment that I experienced from the Headmaster and the other staff.
I was a child. I should not have had to go through the degradation and abuse meted out to me. I do not want to re-live those years on Slipped Disc but you (and others) have started to open up an important subject area. My six years at that music school were profoundly disturbing and, in my adult life, I have as yet been unable to escape the powerful and tremendously negative psychological legacy they have left behind. A friend in the Antipodes was recently advised to send her 9 year old son to that particular place. Although the school has no-doubt developed in many ways, and simply has to have moved on from its 1980’s degeneracy, it was without hesitation that I advised her to look for any other option.