Dare to Tell – Day 2 – Maura’s Story
I was about 6 years old.
We were coming home from school. My younger
sister Trish was with me on the bus. I remember
that the bus driver always seemed to pay special
attention to me.
I didn’t like him much and I wished he wouldn’t
On this particular day he pulled over just in
front of our house; that was our stop. He told me
that he wouldn’t let me or my sister off the bus
unless I would give him a kiss.
I felt really icky inside. I didn’t want to do
it. But I was scared that he would never ever let
us go home.
I could see our house and our garden. I just
wanted to get off the bus. I felt trapped and
forced to do something that I knew was wrong.
I gave him a kiss and he opened the door.
Trish told Mom what had happened, she told Dad.
They were pretty angry.
I felt like a real jezebel, even though I could
never have said that then, I didn’t even know the
word; like I had done something provocative
(another word I didn’t know then), like it was my
fault that he noticed just me.
I’ve never told anyone this story before yet it
was the first thing I thought when I heard about
‘dare to tell’.
It’s been over 50 years since it happened.
I still feel icky when I think about it.