It Wasn't a Mistake. It Was a Choice.

11th June 2025

I don’t think I’ll ever understand how some people can so easily ignore what’s right. Maybe that’s the Asperger’s in me — needing things to be clear-cut, fair, moral. To me, it’s simple: you do the right thing. Especially when it involves protecting children. Especially when it’s your job.

But that’s not what’s happened here. We’ve been let down. Over and over. And today, I just keep coming back to one question: Are they just shitty people?

Because honestly, how else do you explain it?

They chose the easy option — for them. Not the right one. They chose silence over action, self-preservation over safeguarding, friendship over duty. That’s not a mistake. That’s a choice. And it’s one that’s had real consequences for my daughter, for me, for our family. And yet… they sleep at night. They carry on as if none of it happened. Worse, they’ve twisted it — made me the problem. Cast doubt on our daughter. Pretended that we are the ones causing trouble. It’s disgusting.

If you can’t act morally because it might upset your friend at the pub or your sister-in-law’s friend group, then you shouldn’t be in a position of trust. If you know the right thing to do and choose not to because it’s inconvenient, that’s not just unprofessional — that’s wrong. If you’re in a safeguarding role, you don’t get to make it about you.

I keep wondering — is it a power thing? Do they feel untouchable? Or is it just pure selfishness, wrapped up in small-village loyalty and the fear of rocking the boat?

But then I come back to this: they must know. Deep down, they must know what they’ve done. They must know what they failed to do. And still, they’ve chosen to protect themselves rather than protect a child. My child.

And that makes me so unbelievably angry. Because I would never do that to someone else. I carry everything. I overthink every word, every impact. I care too much — to the point of exhaustion. And yet, I’m made to feel like I’m the difficult one. The problem. The liar.

No. I won’t accept that.

I know who I am. And I know what’s right. They can twist the narrative all they like, but they can’t change the truth.