Being The Locator My Way....

One of the realities of life certainly translates directly to the realities of this job.
I was contacted by a concerned mother who had no idea where her daughter was or even if she was still alive.
The mother explained that her daughter had always been a discipline problem and they had not always gotten along. The mother further explained that she did love her daughter and had always been concerned for her well being, but the daughter was out of control.
After a lengthy discussion with the mother I decided to attempt to locate the daughter. I explained that since the daughter was now an adult, if I found her it would be up to her to decide if the mother was given the locate information and allowed to contact the daughter. It was agreed and I began the case.
Over the course of the next several days I finally picked up a bit of a trail and began to follow it. This trail would carry me across the United States and was made more difficult due to several marriages and the fact that no social security number had ever been issued when the daughter left home. Did I mention that she had been missing for more than twenty five years?
With another week passing by I was finally able to locate a telephone number that was believed to be the current residence of the daughter. Mom was being patient and seemed pleased that the trail might be closing in on her daughter.
After many attempts to call the telephone number with no answer, finally a female answered and it was indeed the missing daughter. As I introduced myself and explained why I was contacting her she became very quiet and listened carefully.
I described the information I had been given by the mom and I explained that no contact would be made without her approval. I told her she was in complete control of the situation as it should always be. After carefully listening to me she very quietly and calmly began explaining why she ran away from home and why she had never attempted to contact her mother.
The daughter explained that when she was twelve years old her mother had remarried a man with a son that was two years older than she was. Everything started off well enough, but soon the stepson began to do thing to her that were not right. She went to her mother about it but was told not to say anything as it might upset the stepfather.
Over the next year thing only got worse and eventually she was raped by her stepbrother. The mother would do nothing to protect her and then the worst thing imaginable happened. The stepfather also began abusing her. Once again the mother told her to keep her mouth shut.
By the time she was fifteen, she couldn't take it anymore and late one night she slipped out of the house and began to live a life that carried her clear across the country and in and out of situations that no teenage girl should have to endure.
After hearing the daughter's story it became a bit clearer to me about the mother's attitude in talking with her and when I went back to her with a response from the daughter, she didn't seem at all surprised or upset.
The daughter did not want her whereabouts revealed to her mother. She did want her mother's address so she could finally get some closure but on her own terms. I don't know how it all finally ended but I did my job and did it appropriately.
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