I have always found this actor creepy

Now I know why...

Jeffrey Jones, the principal from Ferris Bueller's Day Off, dad from Beetlejuice, and Rev. Steenwyck from Sleepy Hollow has been charged with failing to update his address in a sex offender registry, a condition of his probation after pleading no contest last year for having a 14-year-old boy pose for sexually explicit photos.

Interestingly, there is someone who used to be in my life that he has always reminded me of, someone else who I believe was sexually inappropriate with a child--me--whom the neighbourhood kids were afraid of, and he's the same age as this man. Unfortunately, I don't have much in the way of concrete memories; so much of my childhood is a blank--a coping mechanism that no doubt helped at the time but is maddening now, and I puzzled it more together based on circumstantial rather than concrete evidence, so I'm not sure I'll ever be confident enough to yes, without a doubt, I know this to be fact. But it is the only thing that makes sense when you put the puzzle pieces together, and it explains some of the emotional reactions and flashbacks I've had. Still, I can't trust my own memories, and I was so isolated as a child, I doubt I could find anyone to corroborate.

Still, if I sometimes seemed overly concerned about child abuse--especially for someone who is childless, with any abuse, with the erosion of self-esteem and the trials of mental illness, it's the reason. Other than a few dear friends and my therapist, I've never shared that belief. It is incontravertable that I was a emotionally neglected child without much in terms of stimuli to nurture my social and cultural development, and one that did experience emotional and verbal abuse that left me insecure and believing that I could only fail. And I know there were circumstances that led to that, the personal weaknesses, and the lack of parental models involved, and I can forgive those failings. Those experiences are corroborated. I can remember those much more clearly. I have access to adults who can remember; I've talked to them over the years and they, too, realise now how skewed things were. Nor did it help that my experiences set me up for my one and only disasterous relationship. Maybe, just maybe, the emotional abuse was severe enough to explain some of the issues I've had since. I do know for certain that I was molested--my doubt concerns the perpetrator. I know who I react to emotionally, who had access, who the most logical suspects were, and can weigh the case. I sometimes wonder if it were muddied by more than one abuser...I know of one person who was caught attempting to do it at least once, and yes, I do react with strong negative emotions to him, but it pales compared to some of my other reactions. I may never know the truth, but more importantly, I recognise the wound exists, so I'm trying to work to heal it a little at a time through my relationships and let people in a little more each day, with the idea that someday I might be able to trust enough for a loving, intimate relationship.