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Even though I was convinced Tamsin had been telling the truth, still a tiny part of me had hoped it was all a mistake


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In seconds my world came tumbling down
Emma Charles thought that she and her family were living a normal life. But then she discovered that her husband had been sexually abusing their daughter Tamsin since the age of ten. Twelve years on, Emma recalls that devastating day and the traumatic events that followed
In many ways, we were an ordinary family – mum, dad, two kids, a Volvo in the drive. And in some ways we weren’t so ordinary. As a ship’s engineer, my husband Daniel worked away from home for up to four months at a time. But I never for a moment dreamt that we were extraordinary – until that day.
It started out fine, that Tuesday in December 1996. Our younger daughter, Claire, 13, was at school, and I was looking forward to spending some time with Tamsin, who had just broken up for the holidays. At 15, she was a weekly boarder at a specialist school for high-ability dyslexics.
We chatted about what she was going to do. That was when the first hint of discord arose. Tamsin and I squabbled, like all mothers and daughters. But that day she was impervious to reasoned argument. She began making hurtful personal attacks on her father and me, something she had never done. At bedtimewe kissed goodnight, but for the first time we parted with a coolness between us.
The following evening, I was in the living room when she burst in, flung a piece of paper at me and stormed out. ‘I have to leave or he has to,’ she had written. ‘And you seem to need him. And f*** you, you probably won’t believe me anyway.’ She was talking about her father – telling me that he had been sexually abusing her for the past five years. In the seconds it took me to absorb her words, my world came tumbling down.
I found her down the road with her dog. ‘Come home and tell me about it,’ I begged. She looked into my eyes and must have been reassured by what she saw. ‘He won’t leave me alone,’ she cried. ‘He’s always feeling me up. He brushes against my breasts so I know it’s not accidental, but he could persuade someone else it was.’
Hope blossomed in my mind. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding, an over-tactile father who would have to learn to respect his daughter’s personal space. ‘Has he ever touched you between your legs?’ I asked. ‘Last time he was home on leave,’ she sobbed.
Tears were falling from my eyes as I looked up the number for social services and picked up the phone. I just knew I had to do the right thing. 
Daniel and I had been married for 18 years. I was 27 when we met, working as a medical photographer; he was a year older and at college, studying for his Second Engineer’s certificate. He was tall and slim with auburn hair and blue-grey eyes and a full beard and moustache. And he was gentle, laid-back – all the things I wasn’t. Within a week, I had decided he was the man with whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life. We married the following year.
I hadn’t wanted children. It was Daniel who felt that we wouldn’t be a ‘proper family’ without them. Tamsin was conceived two years after our wedding, and Claire came along two and a half years after that. As it turned out, I loved being a mother and Daniel was good with the girls as babies. But as they grew up, he changed. His own parents had been authoritarian, and not reluctant to use a belt to hit their children. He, too, resorted to smacking and violence.
One incident in particular stands out. When the girls were seven and four, I noticed ‘fingertip’ bruising on Claire’s arm. I really went for Daniel, threatening to kick him out if he couldn’t control his temper. He was angry with me for taking him to task; but when he realised I was serious, he backed down and apologised. Over and over again, we talked about what was reasonable behaviour and over and over he agreed with me. But his efforts to improve never lasted long.
Why did I stay with him if things were so bad? Well, they weren’t bad all the time. Mostly, we had a good family life. I knew the harm that divorce causes to children. I still loved Daniel and I thought we could make it work. Until that day.
Tamsin, aged four, and her 18-month-old sister, Claire
Daniel was in the Far East when Tamsin wrote her devastating note. Social services set up an appointment for the following Monday. Meanwhile, I had to address another horrible thought. Gently, I asked Claire if her dad had ever touched her. ‘He used to come and give me back rubs,’ she replied. ‘But I liked that…’ ‘Nothing else?’ I asked. ‘He asked me to take off my T-shirt, but I just said no. And once he tried to give me a tummy rub, but I wouldn’t let him.’
It was becoming clearer now. Claire has always been an upfront child. Whenever anything was worrying her, she would come and tell me. If only Tamsin had been the same.
I’m not going to describe Tamsin’s statement to social services. Listening to her engraved pictures on my mind which I still have trouble banishing today. The police also took statements and arranged a medical examination. Several weeks later, Daniel was arrested as he stepped off a flight from Jakarta. DC Barbara White from the sexual offences unit called later to tell me: ‘He’s admitted everything. It’s a very credible confession. He wants me to tell you that he’s never raped Tamsin, and he’s never been unfaithful to you with anyone else.’
I cried my eyes out. Even though I was convinced Tamsin had been telling the truth, still a tiny part of me had hoped it was all a mistake.
Daniel was bailed, with strict conditions not to approach either Tamsin or me. I had imagined that he would be feeling crushed and placatory. I was soon to discover how little I knew him. Within a few days, a letter from him arrived informing me that his mother was bitter that I had not kept our troubles ‘within the family’. So that was it. I was to be blamed for reporting the abuse. This was my first experience of the denial which abusers use to protect themselves from acknowledging the harm they have caused. Who is protected by dealing with such matters within the family? Only the abuser.
For the sexual assault on his daughter, Daniel was sentenced to 12 months’ imprisonment and placed on the Sex Offenders Register for five years. The case took ten months to come to court and was finally heard in October 1997. When people asked me that year how I was coping, I said I had pencilled in a nervous breakdown for November. In the event, it didn’t happen. I didn’t have the time. Tamsin needed all my energy.
Tamsin went downhill quickly. The first signs were strange attacks, which she called freakies. They are difficult to describe. Her body was there, but the rational person that was Tamsin disappeared. Instead there was a frightened creature which threw itself at walls and on the floor, and scratched itself incessantly. I spent many evenings desperately holding her hands to stop her scratching out her eyes until the prescribed tranquilliser could take effect.
For a while, she underwent counselling and we got a brief glimpse of the old Tamsin – a normal teenager full of fun and laughter. But then she went downhill again. Two years after she first disclosed the abuse, she was admitted to a psychiatric hospital, where nurses found her scraping away at her wrist with a knife. When they took the knife away, she continued to scratch with her nails. She talked about hearing bad voices – the Doctors, she called them. One night, after she was discharged, I found her shaving the skin off the back of her hand with a razor. ‘Don’t be angry with me,’ she begged. ‘I didn’t want to do it. It was the Doctors; they made me!’
Five-year-old Tamsin enjoying a family day out
For six desperately anxious months, we worried that Tamsin was schizophrenic. But psychiatrists eventually concluded that she had been suffering from a neurotic, rather than psychotic illness. As new medication began to work, life calmed down and there were no more voices or self-harming. It was by no means the beginning of the end of our story; but perhaps it was the end of the beginning.
I, too, underwent counselling to unravel my confused feelings. There have been those who, on hearing our story, have expressed amazement that I had just accepted Tamsin’s word when she told me her father had been abusing her, without first giving Daniel a chance to have his say. I can’t explain it. Partly it was because I knew from reading about the subject in newspapers and magazines that children seldom, if ever, lie about abuse. Partly it was because I knew that Tamsin was a truthful person. But mostly it was that somewhere deep inside I had known instinctively that she was telling the truth. Afterwards, odd bits of behaviour and events began to click into place.
One of the difficulties when a relationship ends abruptly is that there is no proper closure. I never got the chance to say goodbye to Daniel. People didn’t expect me to grieve for him because of what he’d done; but this was the man with whom I had spent half my life. I came to understand that without grief there can be no final acceptance.
Another insight was the realisation that the pain of Daniel’s betrayal will never go away. Again the answer is acceptance, because without acceptance nothing changes. Daniel served six months of his sentence. Our only contact with him since has been through solicitors.
Today I can look more objectively at our experiences. When Tamsin revealed the abuse, some friends found it hard to accept. Daniel doesn’t look peculiar or behave in a peculiar way. He was on the Playing Field Committee in our village; he was asked to be a steward in our church. Surely he can’t be a paedophile? Surely it must have been a misunderstanding? At the heart of this attitude is denial. To open yourself to the knowledge of what an abuser has done is hard. Much easier to think of it as a mistake for which no one should suffer.
Tamsin has had the most horrendous time. Anyone who understands about self-harming knows that physical pain is easier to cope with than mental pain. At 27, she is still extremely anxious all the time. She has not worked since leaving school and only now is she well enough to attend college, where she is studying horse management. Like most abused kids, she has been through a period of promiscuity. You’d think that abused kids would want nothing more to do with sex; but the fact is, they do not know, have not experienced, any other way of relating to men.
Child sex abusers do not believe that what they do is wrong. They convince themselves that the child wants it to happen as much as they do; indeed, it is not uncommon for them to blame the child for leading them on. It is in this denial that the danger to other children lies. If an abuser does not believe that what he does is harmful, he has no reason not to do it again.
Of course, we as a society are also in denial. We warn our children about ‘stranger danger’, but the truth is that the vast majority of abused children are abused by relatives or close friends. We would much rather objectify offenders and think of them as shadowy figures, totally unlike those we know. Until we stop burying our heads in the sand nothing will change. This is the bottom line. And one abused child is one too many.
This is an edited extract from How Could He Do It? by Emma Charles (Preface Publishing, £12.99). To order a copy post-free, call the YOU Bookshop on 0845 606 4204 or visit you-bookshop.co.uk
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Disambiguazione – Se stai cercando altri significati, vedi Libro (disambigua) .

Disambiguazione – "Libri" rimanda qui. Se stai cercando altri significati, vedi Libri (disambigua) .
«After we exclude serials, we can finally count all the books in the world. There are 129,864,880 of them. At least until Sunday.»
Un libro è un insieme di fogli, stampati oppure manoscritti , delle stesse dimensioni, rilegati insieme in un certo ordine e racchiusi da una copertina . [1]

Il libro è il veicolo più diffuso del sapere . [2] L'insieme delle opere stampate, inclusi i libri, è detto letteratura . I libri sono pertanto opere letterarie . Nella biblioteconomia e scienza dell'informazione un libro è detto monografia , per distinguerlo dai periodici come riviste , bollettini o giornali .

Un negozio che vende libri è detto libreria , termine che in italiano indica anche il mobile usato per conservare i libri. La biblioteca è il luogo usato per conservare e consultare i libri. Google ha stimato che al 2010 sono stati stampati approssimativamente 130 milioni di titoli diversi. [3] Con la diffusione delle tecnologie digitali e di Internet , ai libri stampati si è affiancato l'uso dei libri elettronici, o e-book . [4]

La parola italiana libro deriva dal latino liber . Il vocabolo originariamente significava anche " corteccia ", ma visto che era un materiale usato per scrivere testi ( in libro scribuntur litterae , Plauto ), in seguito per estensione la parola ha assunto il significato di " opera letteraria ". Un'evoluzione identica ha subìto la parola greca βιβλίον ( biblìon ): si veda l' etimologia del termine biblioteca .

In inglese , la parola "book" proviene dall' antico inglese "bōc" che a sua volta si origina dalla radice germanica "*bōk-", parola imparentata con "beech" ( faggio ). [5] Similmente, nelle lingue slave (per es., russo , bulgaro ) "буква" (bukva—"lettera") è imparentata con "beech". In russo ed in serbo , altra lingua slava, le parole "букварь" (bukvar') e "буквар" (bukvar), si riferiscono rispettivamente ai libri di testo scolastici che assistono gli alunni di scuola elementare nell'apprendimento delle tecniche di lettura e scrittura . Se ne deduce che le prime scritture delle lingue indoeuropee possano esser state intagliate su legno di faggio. [6] In maniera analoga, la parola latina codex / codice , col significato di libro nel senso moderno (rilegato e con pagine separate), originalmente significava "blocco di legno".

La storia del libro segue una serie di innovazioni tecnologiche che hanno migliorato la qualità di conservazione del testo e l'accesso alle informazioni, la portabilità e il costo di produzione. Essa è strettamente legata alle contingenze economiche e politiche nella storia delle idee e delle religioni .

Dall'invenzione nel 1455 della stampa a caratteri mobili di Gutenberg , per più di quattro secoli l'unico vero medium di massa è stata la «parola stampata». [7] [8]

La scrittura è la condizione per l'esistenza del testo e del libro. La scrittura, un sistema di segni durevoli che permette di trasmettere e conservare le informazioni, ha cominciato a svilupparsi tra il VII e il IV millennio a.C. in forma di simboli mnemonici diventati poi un sistema di ideogrammi o pittogrammi attraverso la semplificazione. Le più antiche forme di scrittura conosciute erano quindi principalmente logografiche . In seguito è emersa la scrittura sillabica e alfabetica (o segmentale).

Quando i sistemi di scrittura vennero inventati, furono utilizzati quei materiali che permettevano la registrazione di informazioni sotto forma scritta: pietra , argilla , corteccia d'albero, lamiere di metallo. Lo studio di queste iscrizioni è conosciuto come epigrafia . La scrittura alfabetica emerse in Egitto circa 5 000 anni fa. Gli antichi Egizi erano soliti scrivere sul papiro , una pianta coltivata lungo il fiume Nilo . Inizialmente i termini non erano separati l'uno dall'altro ( scriptura continua ) e non c'era punteggiatura . I testi venivano scritti da destra a sinistra, da sinistra a destra, e anche in modo che le linee alternate si leggessero in direzioni opposte. Il termine tecnico per questo tipo di scrittura, con un andamento che ricorda quello de solchi tracciati dall'aratro in un campo, è " bustrofedica ".

Una tavoletta può esser definita come un mezzo fisicamente robusto adatto al trasporto e alla scrittura.

Le tavolette di argilla furono ciò che il nome implica: pezzi di argilla secca appiattiti e facili da trasportare, con iscrizioni fatte per mezzo di uno stilo possibilmente inumidito per consentire impronte scritte. Furono infatti usate come mezzo di scrittura, specialmente per il cuneiforme , durante tutta l' Età del Bronzo e fino alla metà dell' Età del Ferro .

Le tavolette di cera erano assicelle di legno ricoperte da uno strato abbastanza spesso di cera che veniva incisa da uno stilo. Servivano da materiale normale di scrittura nelle scuole, in contabilità, e per prendere appunti. Avevano il vantaggio di essere riutilizzabili: la cera poteva essere fusa e riformare una "pagina bianca". L'usanza di legare insieme diverse tavolette di cera (romano pugillares ) è un possibile precursore dei libri moderni (cioè il codex, codice ). [9] L' etimologia della parola codex (blocco di legno) fa presupporre che potesse derivare dallo sviluppo delle tavolette di cera. [10]

Il papiro , fatto di materiale spesso simile alla carta che si ottiene tessendo insieme gli steli della pianta di papiro, poi battendolo con un attrezzo simile al martello, veniva utilizzato in Egitto per scrivere, forse già durante la Prima dinastia , anche se la prima prova proviene dai libri contabili del re Neferirkara Kakai della V dinastia egizia (circa 2400 a.C.). [11] I fogli di papiro venivano incollati insieme a formare un rotolo (scrollo). Erano utilizzate anche le cortecce di albero, come per esempio quelle della Tilia , e altri materiali consimili. [12]

Secondo Erodoto ( Storie 5:58 ), i Fenici portarono in Grecia la scrittura ed il papiro verso il X secolo o il IX secolo a.C. La parola greca per papiro come materiale di scrittura ( biblion ) e libro ( biblos ) proviene dal porto fenicio di Biblo , da dove si esportava il papiro verso la Grecia. [13] Dal greco deriva anche la parola tomo (τόμος), che in origine significava una fetta o un pezzo, e gradualmente cominciò a indicare "un rotolo di papiro". Tomus fu usato dai latini con lo stesso significato di volumen (vedi sotto anche la spiegazione di Isidoro di Siviglia ).

Che fossero fatti di papiro, pergamena o carta, i rotoli furono la forma libraria dominante della cultura ellenistica , romana , cinese ed ebraica . Il formato di codex si stabilì nel mondo romano nella tarda antichità , ma il rotolo persistette molto più a lungo in Asia .

Nel VI secolo , Isidoro di Siviglia spiegò l'allora corrente relazione tra codex, libro e rotolo nella sua opera Etymologiae ː "Un codice
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