completely understand your dilemma - please bear in mind that if i didn't ask you to report then i wouldn't be able to stop my conscience from prodding me.. repeatedly..
the reason i'm urging a report is because of your legal obligation - if you hadn't said that you had a legal obligation to report then i'd be asking you to take your cue from the girl in question and what she'd like you to do.
Do you mind if i ask what your position is? (ie; why you're legally bound to report this..)
Since you say you wish someone had reported your abuse, had you given anyone reason to believe you didn't want your abuse reported? Since you say it would have felt like someone actually cared, did no one seem to care? Was no one trying to be a friend to you?
the world was a different place back then - it wasn't that long ago - i'm only in my mid thirties but still, things were very very different.
abuse is spoken about quite openly in many places now.. it's not the shameful secret it once was.. but when i was a child, these things were to be hidden.. not spoken about.
I was brought up in a family that kept things hidden.. we were taught to shut up and put up - so i just got on with things.. woke up each day and just carried on.
I went to school in torn and dirty clothes.. noone asked.. i went to school with handprints seared across my face and all up my legs.. noone asked. I weighed so much less than the other students in my class that it was stupid.. noone asked.
neighbours saw some of it.. they didn't tell.. relatives saw some of it.. they didn't tell.. friends saw more of it - they didn't tell..
it was just the way it was for me.
I had a couple of people in my life that did care - one was a really nice lady called Betty.. she did care, she didn't ask though and i didn't tell. But she was just nice to be around - to spend time with.
again.. back then abuse wasn't spoken about.. it was shameful.. kept within the family - the only abuse that was even looked at by social services was the really obvious stuff like multiple broken bones or something.
*edit for privacy reasons*
yep..
i gave up long before that last social services visit.. can't actually remember a time from childhood when i felt hope - let alone hoped that anything would or could change.