FL: "it may have been a mistake to put him in juvenile"
By now you've heard of this:
All-white jury clears 8 in boot-camp death of boy
Acquittal Fits the Pattern in Boot Camp Deaths
I can't find the words...
In other Florida news, this, also from the South Florida Sun - Sentinel:
Public defender intern in Broward had been arrested for sex with teen
A Coral Springs man whose stepdaughter is in Broward juvenile court said he "almost had a heart attack" when he learned her assistant public defender once was arrested for having sex with a minor. "We were shocked," said Steve Potgieter, 38. "We were like, this is the twilight zone; this cannot be."
It turns out Bryan Docobo, 26, is an intern newly hired by the Broward Public Defender's Office... In May 2005, Docobo, then 23, had consensual sex with a 15-year-old Cooper City girl he met on the Internet. He pleaded no contest to two misdemeanor charges of contributing to the delinquency of a minor and was sentenced to one year's probation...
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This probably will never be seen, but when something haunts you your entire life depicting your behaviors of men around you sometimes even years later it is easier to speak out.
I was 14, he was 16. I sneaked out of my house to go to his house because I was grounded. I don't remember why I was grounded but I do remember I thought it was unfair so I acted out. As a new freshman and finding high school a new adventure I took risks. He had lived on the other side of my block for years without noticing him or even knowing him. We began dating. He would give me alcohol and we did a lot more then a 14 year old should of been doing but when it came to sex it was never a thought. I always prided myself in being a virgin until I got married. I pledged to my mom the same thing and she gave me a promise ring that I wore daily as a reminder of my own vow.
While hanging out at his house with his parents knowledge we would go in his room and fool around. That's all it was, that's all I wanted it to be. He took it to far. I said no, he said lets try it. I held silent.
Having been torn down my entire life from my siblings and my moms opinion of me as being the good one that never does wrong, my self-esteem was non-existent. I was suppose to be strong and keep quiet and do as I was told.
So, after he put a condom on and me in a daze from what was going on, he penetrated. I finally spoke louder and said no, and his reply, come on its alright. I said no again and he stopped.
It is pretty fuzzy after that point. I do know I told one person I had sex and he spread it around. I fell silent and confined in my friends on what had happened a couple of weeks later. They explained to me that I was raped. I said no and that was rape.
Later after realizing and avoiding him as much as possible I became a loner in my life. I spent as much time outside on my bike or roller blades avoiding that block. As I ventured a mile from my house roller blading past a park he pulled up. He asked me to get in his car. I told him I am not going anywhere with you and he said he just wanted to talk. I allowed it just so I could hear him say it.
He asked, what is going on with you? I haven't been able to see you or get in touch with you, why are you avoiding me. Three simple words was my response, You raped me. He was appalled at the accusation. I asked him how many times did I say no? I said no like 10 times and he said no you said it 3 times. I grabbed the handle and said and that is rape. I cried my way home.
I tried to confine in my mother who told me it was my fault because I snuck out of the house and was asking for it. I never spoke to her again about anything real and never had the chance to speak out of about my rapist.
Seeing this article after so many years of avoidance and trying to forget shames me. If I had spoken out he wouldn't be where he is today. He wouldn't have seeked out another young naive girl. The only hope I can have is that although it is too late for me that maybe the projection of his wrong doing would come back to him. If he was capable of doing it to me and this girl even if she okayed it. Hopefully one day he will truly get what he deserves.
As of today, being 14 years later, I am married and still have intimacy problems but my husband, a true man, will forever be patient with me and have understanding in his eyes.
This probably will never be seen, but when something haunts you your entire life depicting your behaviors of men around you sometimes even years later it is easier to speak out.
I was 14, he was 16. I sneaked out of my house to go to his house because I was grounded. I don't remember why I was grounded but I do remember I thought it was unfair so I acted out. As a new freshman and finding high school a new adventure I took risks. He had lived on the other side of my block for years without noticing him or even knowing him. We began dating. He would give me alcohol and we did a lot more then a 14 year old should of been doing but when it came to sex it was never a thought. I always prided myself in being a virgin until I got married. I pledged to my mom the same thing and she gave me a promise ring that I wore daily as a reminder of my own vow.
While hanging out at his house with his parents knowledge we would go in his room and fool around. That's all it was, that's all I wanted it to be. He took it to far. I said no, he said lets try it. I held silent.
Having been torn down my entire life from my siblings and my moms opinion of me as being the good one that never does wrong, my self-esteem was non-existent. I was suppose to be strong and keep quiet and do as I was told.
So, after he put a condom on and me in a daze from what was going on, he penetrated. I finally spoke louder and said no, and his reply, come on its alright. I said no again and he stopped.
It is pretty fuzzy after that point. I do know I told one person I had sex and he spread it around. I fell silent and confined in my friends on what had happened a couple of weeks later. They explained to me that I was raped. I said no and that was rape.
Later after realizing and avoiding him as much as possible I became a loner in my life. I spent as much time outside on my bike or roller blades avoiding that block. As I ventured a mile from my house roller blading past a park he pulled up. He asked me to get in his car. I told him I am not going anywhere with you and he said he just wanted to talk. I allowed it just so I could hear him say it.
He asked, what is going on with you? I haven't been able to see you or get in touch with you, why are you avoiding me. Three simple words was my response, You raped me. He was appalled at the accusation. I asked him how many times did I say no? I said no like 10 times and he said no you said it 3 times. I grabbed the handle and said and that is rape. I cried my way home.
I tried to confine in my mother who told me it was my fault because I snuck out of the house and was asking for it. I never spoke to her again about anything real and never had the chance to speak out of about my rapist.
Seeing this article after so many years of avoidance and trying to forget shames me. If I had spoken out he wouldn't be where he is today. He wouldn't have seeked out another young naive girl. The only hope I can have is that although it is too late for me that maybe the projection of his wrong doing would come back to him. If he was capable of doing it to me and this girl even if she okayed it. Hopefully one day he will truly get what he deserves.
As of today, being 14 years later, I am married and still have intimacy problems but my husband, a true man, will forever be patient with me and have understanding in his eyes.
I am truly sorry. I hope that in confiding in your husband and others, you will find some solace and peace.
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