Went on a holiday and got castrated becuse I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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I was born on the 26th December 1942. This was always a sore point
as I got the one present for my Christmas and my Birthday. In 1959
two mates and myself decided to go on a camping trip to an isolated
beach. The beach was called Turtle Cove, because at the peak tides
green backed turtles would come up above the high tide mark to lay
eggs. We arrived at the beach in an old utility on the 24th
December and set up a tent. All went well for two days, but on the
26th, which was a Saturday, I decided to have a look for turtles.
King tide was at 12.10 a.m. so I had a bit of a sleep and then went
looking. I started at about 11.00 p.m. and after about an hour and
a half I heard this grunting sound, and there was a turtle about
1.2 metres long coming up the beach. She came up over the high
tide mark then moved back a couple of times,then finally decided on
a spot to lay eggs. I watched as she dug the sand to make a hole,
then lay eggs. I was pretty excited and decided to go and tell my
mates. I had about a five minute walk. I had just gone a short
distance in the moonlight when someone shouted at me to stop. I
felt a bit uneasy, and this feeling got worse when another fellow
started shouting at me. I got frightened and started to run back to
the tent. I ran for a hundred yards or so when a fairly big fellow
came out and punched me. I was quite dizzy when they grabbed me
and carried me to a caravan with a lean-to. They took me inside
and there was this young girl all distressed and crying. As soon
as she saw me she started pointing and yelling and saying something
in a foreign language. The three men holding me started talking
and yelling in a foreign language. Then they dragged me over a
table, ripped my pants down and castrated me. They carried me out
and dumped me under a tree out near the beach. I passed out, then
woke about 5.00 a.m. covered in blood, and feeling very cold and
weak. I manaaged to stagger back to the tent and woke my mates.
They decided to take me to the nearest town to the ambulance.
We had come in an old utility and it wouldn't start. After
about an hour of trying they eventually got it going. It was a
three hour trip to the nearest town and when we got there the local
ambulance man was on holidays and the police station was unmanned
because the policeman was on holidays. It was a five hour drive to
the next largest town. By this time I didn't really have any
interest in what was happening. I ended up in a very efficient
hospital, and the next day I was interviewed by the police. It was
a bit annoying, because I got the impression that the police
thought it was a bit of a joke and I deserved what I got. About a
week later they took me back to the beach to try to find the people
who did it but there was no trace of them.
About three months later there was a rape at the same beach,
and the cuprit was caught immediately. He then confessed to the
police that he had raped a girl three months previously, and took
them to the spot where I had been castrated. The police then came
with a vengance and asked me all sorts of questions in an effort to
fine the culprits, but it was too late. The rapist got seven years
with a parole period after four and a half years. I got a life
sentence on my eithteenth birthday.