I am currently writing my autobiography detailing how I survived horrific sexual abuse and violence as a child in the corridors of power in Brussels.
If there are any literary agents or publishers who are interested in publishing my book please get in touch at
diplomatswhohatechildren@gmail.com
Chronology
Part One
My mother was born into a very poor family without any chance of an education or successful future. At age 11 my mother and grandmother meet a millionaire American couple with no children who wanted to help an underprivileged children.
The American couple fall in love with my mother and treat her like their own child and continue to sponsor her. My mother attended the most lavish parties and went on the most amazing luxurious holidays with her ‘new’ parents. She experienced a fairytale life that even your average person could only ever dream of.
My mother made many friends in her new well off neighbourhood including her best friend who became my aunt L. Aunt L had my mum stay over at her family home some holidays. There my mum met my dad and they fell in love. My mother’s fairy tale became complete. My mum and dad went to university together where they met the man who abused me Mr Leo (the future diplomat) and became good friends with him. Mr Leo stayed good friends with my father and later my mother when my dad died.
My dad got a great job after University so my mum and he god married and she followed him to a new country. They had an amazing few years of marriage and 2 children until my dad tragically died. My mum’s spirit died with my dad and something evil took its place. That was the turning point in my life because I became a terrible victim of that tragedy, so much that I wished I had died with my dad.
My mum, brother and I moved back to our native country to be close to relatives. Even though she had a good reliable steady job, my mum could not cope with life after my father. So instead she found a rich married lover, no less the husband of a friend. She spent most of her time with her married lover Mr C, and socialized with wealthy friends in her bid to social climb. In that time was molested on 3 occasions by groups of neighbourhood boys. This happened because I was left to loiter
In 1978 my mum had a stroke of luck and she got a position as a junior attaché to the embassy in Brussels. She was especially excited that Mr Leo (my abuser) was already working there and she would have a good friend to help her settle into her new exciting life. We also took an au pair who was a family friend to live with us. The au pair was the only person who ever protected me and made me feel loved. But I would later lose her again because of my mother’s dark heart. We do have happy beginnings and enjoy our new life for the first 2 years. The au pair protects my brother and I from both our mother and outside world.
1980 The au pair finds a boyfriend and believes she is pregnant. Sadly she is not pregnant but my controlling and abusive mother feels betrayed and still sacks her and sends her away. This is when my nightmare begins. By that time Mr Leo was single, after his partner and son mysteriously leave without saying goodbye to anyone. Mr Leo begins to groom me and touch me inappropriately. He Meanwhile my mother was not coping with
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