Coverage in Macleans:
Theo Fleury was abused: "An absolute nightmare, every day of my life"Hopefully this will be therapeutic for Fleury, and maybe it will give courage to young men who are in similar situations of abuse--that they can, and should, speak out about the abuse. Keeping it inside will haunt you forever. It's maddening, too, because people might think that because this is about a man abusing a young man that this somehow has something to do with being gay. Molesters are molesters, whether they abuse men, women, boys, girls. It has nothing to do with healthy adult sexuality (gay or straight).
Listening to Fleury's story, one can't help but think of Mike Danton. So many boys and young men are in a tight relationship with their coach: it could be great, but it could also be terrible. One just wishes that leagues had more rules and checks to make sure that inappropriate behavior is not going on. Like the Catholic church we hear so often about rumours and innuendo and coaches moving about to avoid being exposed. It's really a shame.
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In his book, however, Fleury lifts the lid on the entire harrowing tale, beginning when the Manitoba coach recruited him at 13 from his minor hockey team in Russell, Man., to play junior in Winnipeg. "Graham was on me once or twice a week for the next two years," Fleury writes of the assaults, whose memories remain vivid to him. "An absolute nightmare, every day of my life." James required him to sleep two nights a week at the coach’s house, rather than with the woman with whom he’d been billetted. He tried to fight off the coach at first, wrapping himself in blankets each night and pretending to sleep as James attempted to masturbate him and give him oral sex. But the fear of James’s advances left him sleepless, and exhaustion broke him down, he writes; so too did James's frequent warnings that, without his coach’s support, he stood little chance of playing professional hockey.
Fleury, now 41, says he was particularly vulnerable to James's psychological manipulation because had little in the way of a family support system: his father was an alcoholic and his mother was addled by prescription sedatives. James easily convinced them he was the best thing to ever happen to their son, Fleury adds, just as he had done with Kennedy’s single mother. "I had rarely seen them like this—happy," he says. "Their boy had made it. My dad was no longer a worthless drunk and my mom drugged out and helpless."