As a part of
her ongoing education, my wife was signed up to attend a seminar on how to
identify and prevent the sexual abuse of children. Nervous about facing such
daunting subject matter alone, she asked if I would attend with her. I agreed,
and was informed that although it began immediately after I got off work there
would be a “snack supper” provided to the attendees. From past experience with
the term “snack supper” I assumed this meant I would be provided with cubed
cheese and cocktail weenies until I could get to a Wendy’s.
Fortunately,
the coordinators had provided a spaghetti and tater-tot main course which was
both delicious and filling. As with many of these events, we were seated at
round tables with other attendees which meant we found ourselves in the company
of a young woman we had never met before. We made the requisite small talk and then we were handed a
pre-course evaluation quiz meant to gauge our current level of knowledge
concerning sexual abuse in minors.
All
questions were presented in a true/false format and while some were well-worded
and concise, a few proved to be difficult to answer. One in particular that generated
some discussion between us and our table-mate was, “Victims of childhood sexual
abuse are statistically more likely to develop cancer and type 2 diabetes as
adults.”
At first
glance, we were all tempted to mark this one as false. After all, how could one
draw a direct line from childhood sexual trauma to adult cancer? However, I
began to reason out-loud that such trauma could perhaps lead to anxiety and
addictive behavior which could in turn manifest itself as a nicotine habit
which is statistically-likely to lead to a cancer diagnosis. My wife, eagerly
jumping on this train of thought, added that the same anxiety and behavior
could lead to compulsive overeating which, one could argue, is a harbinger for
type 2 diabetes.
Basking in
the glow of our impeccable reasoning, we glanced at our table-mate for input
but she appeared to have become somewhat sullen. A few moments later, she left
the table to smoke a cigarette and returned to the table with a plate of
two-dozen tater-tots which she consumed in silence.
Once again,
I had managed to place my foot directly into my mouth but quickly rejected the
idea of addressing it. What would I even say? “I know earlier my wife and I
implied that a nicotine habit and robust appetite could indicate child-hood
abuse and an untimely demise but we weren’t talking about you just because you
enjoy menthols and have a penchant for tater-tots.” I decided that any
continued conversation would be futile so we simply waited for the next video
segment where a woman with severe eyebrows would lead us through the participant
guide.
At the
course’s conclusion (which was extremely worthwhile even if from a parenting
perspective) we were given a post-training quiz. As the facilitator walked us
through the correct answers on the post-quiz, several attendees would speak the
answers out loud. For the most part, this process was handled with the dignity
and emotional gravity demanded by the subject matter.
There was,
however, one table that seemed to be under the impression that we were
participating in bar trivia. As one speaker was leading us through statistics
they would often shout “True” or “False” ahead of the conclusion of the sentence.
There was also a few extremely awkward moments of inappropriate clapping if
their answers were correct:
Speaker - 90% of child abuse cases are
perpetrated by someone the family knows an……
Table 3 –True! True!
Speaker – That is true. [Clapping from table 3]
At least
they weren’t taking shots for correct answers.
All in all,
I would encourage anyone to attend child-abuse awareness training as we should
take every opportunity to end this scourge that has tainted so many lives. Just
try to refrain from victory dances when you correctly guess a statistic.
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