OK, I've been going to a therapist about what happened to me for the past year or so and they think that if I talk about what happened on somewhere like this, it might help, so here goes.

I'm autistic and was attending a well-off all boys school in Australia (my parents put me there because it had basically the best disability support program in the state) however, not coming from the upper class as most of my classmates did, felt rather isolated despite having the others try and be inclusive and friendly (for the most part, one or two minor bullies but nothing physical, only verbal).

It was in this situation, in Year 9 when I was 14, that my abuser (I'll call him Twig) came into the picture. He was from my year and I didn't know that much about him except his name. He approached me one day in private and offered to become my friend in exchange for...favours. This happened for a couple of months, with us organising a place and time to meet (an isolated toilet block on the school grounds during lunch) in person until one time when I asked him via email and a week later, my mother was going through my emails (I had a problem of forgetting assignments and she did that to help me check) and demanded I tell her what happened, so I did. I also came out as gay (yes, I still identify as queer) but she brushed that off as Stockholm from my abuser and called the police.

I had an interview with a couple of police officers about a week later, after my abuser had been interviewed. After listening to what I had to say (it still hadn't quite hit me that I had been abused and I wasn't quite sure what to say), they sent me out to come to a conclusion, then called me and my mother back in to hear it. I don't remember much except the phrases "boys being boys" and "boys experimenting" before they laid out their decision: both me and my abuser would get a juvenile caution (if either of us did anything criminal before 18, the caution would get added to our permanent criminal record). Mum accepted that, sent me for a session at a sexual health clinic for people with disabilities (for a very hetero lesson on safe sex) and never spoke of what happened again. He was pulled out of the school by the end of the term by his parents. I ran into him once between then. He stopped, said "Sorry" and quickly moved away.

After that, I've learnt a lot: my mother passed away from a combination of MND and frontal-lobe dementia (the latter of which she had at the time), I started therapy and was able to stop saying to myself that I was "taken advantage of sexually" and instead say "I was sexually abused" and I learnt that my abusers parents' pulled him out because most of my year group found to what he did and bullied him out of school (but they decided not to let me know that they knew, only learnt it while meeting an old classmate early last year).

But above all, I'm just angry. Angry at my abuser for what he did to me and my innocence and angry at the police or failing to do their fucking job and protect victims. I'm a white guy, but I now have an understanding of why POC have such a trust issue with cops. I'm currently planning on somehow getting at the very least, an apology/acknowledgement from the police that they fuck up, but with the only paths to do that through the police system, I don't have the trust to get it started. If I do manage to do that, for the sake of the investigation I'll probably have to delete this post.