Dennis' Story


Hello, I would like to share my story with all of you. First I would like to give you a bit of background about myself I was born in 1962 in Montreal Quebec Canada and at the age of three my dad left my mother and that was the last time I would see him. I have 1 brother 7 years older and two sisters both older by 5 & 6 years

and if you listen to them me being the baby of the family I was treated much better than them. As a child I was no saint no matter how you stretch the meaning at a young age I was quite a handful and spent lots of time in the local police station for stealing and running away it got to the point that youth court had to be involved and this is the start of my story. After running away again and being gone for a week this time the police decided that I needed to be taught a lesson so this time they would bring me to court and have a Judge scare the hell out of me and it did scare me but did not change a thing I was a street kid and felt safe on the downtown streets and that is where they would find me every time but only when I was ready to be found after a few days on the street. Well back to court and in front of the same Judge his name was Salmon and he had the biggest voice I have ever heard even to this day. This is about the fifth time in front of him and he decides that I need a father figure in my life so he tells my mother that she should look into getting me a big brother and she agrees two weeks later I am in an office and am meeting this guy that is going to be my big brother.

My first impression is that he is a cop and he is getting paid extra to keep his eye on me and it takes almost a year before I trust him and start spending weekends at his house in Verdun Quebec then it happens one night while I am watching a movie on TV with my feet hanging over the end of the couch he comes out of the bathroom with nothing on naked and sits beside me on the couch I guess this was a test to see what I would do but I was dumbfounded and when I look back at it I should have told my mother about it and never went back. But before long he was having his way with me every weekend I did not know what to do and the longer it went on the harder it was to tell anyone.

Finely on Dec 5th 1972 I snapped and went to the Canadian tire store in Verdun and hid inside the store till it closed and then I stole a bunch of guns and left the store with the alarms going off all over the place and walked up Wellington street with a backpack full of guns as the police raced by me to get to the alarm it was like I was invisible and they could not see me so I kept walking down the street and got to sixth Ave and Wellington to a corner store and took out one of the guns that I had just stolen and walked into the store and robed it when I was leaving the store a customer that was coming in grabbed me and held me until the police came and got me and brought me to the station and when I was being interrogated about what happened I broke down and told the police all about what was going on not that it did any good at first one of them was asking me what it was like to be a fag and if I would suck his cock. But the other one knew that he had to do something and had other detectives come and talk to me about it.

With my statement they were able to get a search warrant and found a bunch of pictures of me naked and other kids and he was arrested I know he went to court but nothing ever happened to him I however was put away for two years in Shawbridge boys farm and banned from entering the city of Verdun until I was 18 years old when I first got to Shawbridge I was put in a locked unit after about a month I got my first visitor and to my shock it was him and they let him in to see me from that time on I just kept my mouth shut and when I got out after my sentence was over I ended up living at his house until I was in my early twenties. I have escaped but with a heavy cost I trust nobody and as my ex wife says I am not very loving I only told her about what had happened after 10 years together a year latter we broke up and I have custody of our children and for a time I had day to day care of my 13 year old stepson but had to send him back home to be with his mother since he was bullying his brother and sister. I am glad to have found this page and am thinking about doing the same in the near future as we can't let them get away with it.

Thank you

Dennis