R.A. Dickey’s new book looks interesting.
The right-hander discusses how he was abused at the hands of a teenage babysitter as an 8-year-old.
“The babysitter chucks the pillows and stuffed animals out of the way,” Dickey writes, in his autobiography. “Wherever I Wind Up.” “She looks at me and says, Get in the bed. I am confused and afraid. I am trembling. The babysitter has her way with me four or five more times that summer, and into the fall, and each time feels more wicked than the time before. Every time that I know I’m going back over there, the sweat starts to come back. I sit in the front seat of the car, next to my mother, anxiety surging. I never tell her why I am so afraid. I never tell anyone until I am 31 years old.”
There are some sick people in this world.
You can pre-order Wherever I Wind Up: My Quest for Truth, Authenticity and the Perfect Knuckleball
I have known too many people who have been through variation’s of what R A Dickey went through – some w/not happy endings. It is always a good feeling when I hear of someone who not only made it, but went on to enrich other people’s lives …