I think a lot of stuff happens to children and no validation it even happened.  

My friend when I was growing up went to a party for children being held by Jimmy Saville, also one by Rolf Harris.  Why do I remember this when we were so young well the answer to that is I remember her emotional state being I think the word is febrile, but a bit scratchy and hyper is a description and she was so enthusiastic in saying what fun it was and I should come to the next one.  I don't know that she was abused at all, or even saw anything, it could likely just be going to a such big party, but it had had an effect her - ah just looked up febrile and it is exactly the word - 'characterised by a great deal of nervous excitement and energy'.  I'm not sure I was invited anyway, but I remember being glad my mother had kept me home. 

Denial is a betrayal of trust.  Big and small it creates a confusion which is mentally uncomfortable.  Just because it happens a lot doesn't make it hurt any less.  

My cat has been having a problem - the twice his size dirty fat bully home invader cat has been terrorising him in his own home and it took me a while to see what was happening while I was asleep but then there was a fight in the house and there was a lot of fur on the floor and also the collar with a bell from the other cat.  I have seen the cat, I have the photos, the physical evidence and the very reliable information from a neighbour of where the cat lives, this also fits the time frame of when these people moved in.

So there I am standing next to the man, he is quite a bit taller so I am looking up and I simply cannot believe he is a liar, okay a bit rough round the edges but he looks so nice and there is a little child beside him.  And he was so quick, immediate denial of collar, not his girlfriend's cat (note, won't even take responsibility for owning a cat).

So there I am standing so close and I dunno, maybe he has a nice nature, I guess that's possible but I don't really know - it was the effect he was having on me which made me realise he was an instinctive well-practised and merciless liar, he pushed back when I questioned his denial, he wasn't going to stop, he was used to being successful over all obstacles.  It felt like a hole was opening up in my head.  I had to get away from him so I followed his suggestion the cat came from further down the street and it was only after I got home that I realised I should have asked to see his cat.  I am blocking the cat flap at night and Darko just about melted with relief when I first did it.  He is bouncing around again now.