28th October
2003
Yes what I
write is what happened to me as a little girl in Nazareth House home and I
write also how it made me feel at that time and what I use to think. So the
little girl in me is telling her story so she can break free from her pain,
hurt, torment and suffering.
I think once I
have the little girl in me safe is when I will be ready to let this fear go
from me which I have for the nuns and priest. We are both hurting so much and
with our time with the Nazareth House nuns coming I want her to have her say
with these nuns.
God, it is so
hard to control all the pain within me. Don't these nuns know what we are
suffering because of their abuse to us?
I have my stone
and I have one for Eileen and Frances as well, so we know that we have all the
world in our hands and we know in our hearts, we are telling the truth to our
lawyers, for we also have all the strength of the Nazareth House abuse children
of years ago with us and that, is what I hold in my hands. While I hold my
strength I will think of the other children, but only in spirit as what I have
to tell the nuns and all of the other people at the mediation will be my story
only, as I have a lot to tell. I have 24years of my young life of abuse to tell
and it will also be about how it felt then and how it is still affecting me
now.
Suffering in
silence no more, scared, angry and confused my long silence ended in 1997
"The most important thing is that when I leave here today, I will never
again suffer the regret of not having told. 1 will be able to go home and tell
my kids, 'Even though it took me a long time, I finally did the right thing and
you can be proud of me.' "I have tried to put it behind me as I grew up, I
married, had four children and now four grandchildren
I call out
because of the pain I are in, it is too great and unless you yourself were
treated the same why as me, please do not judge us all with your words.
I suffered
abuse of all kinds as well as sexual abuse from the age of I5 months at the
hands of nuns, women, older girls and a priest up to the age of 24years old.
Some are so bad that I can not put in writing nor tell anyone about them.
What gives you
the right to be more holy than righteousness as to tell me how bad I am. To be
still told now in my gentle years by you, how I have sinned because of telling
of the abuse which was done to me, hurts me even worse than being abuse. How
dare you judge me and others who had being abuse though out our childhood.
Unless you too
have had the same life as me,
do not judge
me, have you not seen on this site what I have put here.
I know that god
is my judge and I leave it in his hands to deal with these people who abused
me, but I need to have these people to hear me. So what is an hour out of their
lives to hear me.
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