The park was fine: there were always some people there and I could just walk back home if we didn't click. We agreed on an hour. I just had to make sure I could slip away at home unnoticed – Mom and Dad didn't like me going out like that. I felt like a teenager again. It was for my own safety that that rule was introduced, but I had really had enough of it. I left and walked to the park.
The fog came out of nowhere. I was walking to the park and – I felt the confusion coming. No, please, not again.
It was getting worse by the minute. I had to sit down. I was in the park. There were no chairs here. I sat down on a bench. Someone came to me. I didn't recognize the person. It was a man, that's all I could see.
“Are you coming?” the man asked.
I came along.
From then on the fog became too dense.
The next thing I consciously experienced was that the police were at the door the next morning.
“Ma'am, your son sexually assaulted a minor.”
My mom, my dad – and myself – went into complete shock. The police explained what had happened.
“We are arresting him on suspicion of assault on a minor and in public indecency”.
My parents couldn't say anything - I didn't know what to say either - they couldn't say that I had fronto-temporal dementia, they were too shocked.
I was arrested and taken to the police station in Leopoldsburg. They also took my computer. All kinds of information emerged via the computer and through various testimonies - and I knew nothing more. I couldn't even say anything about what had happened from the moment on the bench. I had no memories of it afterward. Apparently the man who had spoken to me on the bench was the person I had agreed to meet. I remembered that I had agreed to meet him. Apparently we had then walked to a small forest that could be seen from the public road. That's where we would have started having sex. I know absolutely nothing about this anymore. A car allegedly stopped as it passed by – the driver started taking pictures of us.
The driver told the police that
“the boy with his bicycle was able to escape”.
I would have walked up to the driver and...
“we are adults!” have shouted.
I didn't remember this, that's a horrible feeling, I would never try to do that in a public forest, visible to everyone and everything, but
We are adults too?!I kept thinking during my police interrogation.
I do. The man I was dating, apparently, didn't. I remembered he was 19. He told me this too – it showed in our chat history.
A while before, he had said that he was 17. I didn't remember that - I couldn't remember - in the confusion it must have slipped through -
“The boy is issue 15, Mr. Writers.”
I cooperated well with the police. I felt terribly defeated.
How could this happen? This is not me? What have I done? I'm not that? This is not possible?
I was so confused – I lost myself more and more.
I had to stay in the cell. The police went to my home, in Peer, to get my medication. I was taking 26 medications a day – my entire backpack was full. I didn't have that with me. Afterwards mom told me how this happened.
“What will happen now, with Luc?” she had asked the officer.
“But madam,” the officer replied. “Luc would do a lot worse than Dutroux”.
In the period that followed, I was lived.
“It's a shame you have dementia, Mr. Schrijvers,”
told the investigating judge in Hasselt to me. He also said this later during the council chamber. A lawyer later told me this.
“But I'm going to have you detained until you appear before the council chamber.”
I remained in custody – I had to stay in the cell. I slept almost constantly. I left my food. I received my medication on time. I was constantly confused. Then I slept again. I had to go to the prison doctor. He said he was aware of my medical problems. He didn't understand why I was locked up.
“I will monitor you and if it gets worse, I will have you transferred to the Virga Jesse hospital.”
“Okay doctor.”
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