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Years ago, I had a girlfriend called Gail. She was a social worker, who willingly chose to work in what was then regarded as a career backwater: residential homes. One day a lady in her late eighties confided that, when she was about 17 or so, she’d had an illegitimate child. Her daughter had been taken away from her into care; she never saw her again. She’d kept her secret for 70 years, had never told anyone before, because it was too shameful. Can you imagine the pain of keeping such a secret for all that time – about 1912 to 1982?
Someone very well known indeed in the climbing community once confided in me that he’d been abused when he was eight years old. I can still hear the pain in his voice. I’m guessing he told few others (if anybody). He was then in his sixties. He would never meet me, kept making excuses. Did he feel it was too shameful? Probably.
He had a brilliant mind. His life could have been so much more. But it wasn’t. His death was squalid. Nobody deserves to die like he did.
So much shame. So many unheard voices…