Precerpt from Raising God's Rainbow Makers: I've Got a Secret
When Doah was in elementary school, he had a wonderful teacher, or so we thought. She disappeared near the end of the year, however. We learned she had moved to another state. How we learned it was a shock. Why she moved to another state was a shock. The same shock. The principal called together the parents of the kids in that teacher's special education class. He told us that there had been allegations of sexual abuse of one or more of the children by the teacher. Modest abuse: voyeurism, but abuse nonetheless. She had fled out of state to avoid prosecution, it seemed. Doah never said anything to us. We never knew who figured it out, if it were even true. But we were told that she had told each child that it was a secret. So, since Doah, being linguistically impaired, was definitely open to input, we taught him that the meaning of the word, secret, was "something really important to tell Mom or Dad right away." He never forgot that definition. Many secrets over the y...