You are most welcome to stay a while with me, as I walk you through, my home on the web, just pull up a chair and sip a cuppa with me, as I lead you around my site, I will show you the links of my other websites, photos and tell you a wee bit of the abuse, which happened to me, in two Catholic Church orphanages, in Christchurch New Zealand, for 25 years in all.
1941 to 1952
My mother was raped when she was 15 years old and she went to a Catholic home, for unmarried mothers, in Wellington, New Zealand. She went there before she started to show and stayed in the home, for two and a 1/2 months, after I was born, she tried to keep me, but the Catholic Church had other ideas for the baby, who would never get to know her mother, in ways that other children do.
To the catholic church and every one, all babies born out of wedlock were called a bastard, a word I can not stand, a baby who from the day of their birth, was to be treated without mercy, or to know of any love, from their mother, or any one. The baby was taken from the mother, put into an orphanage or adopted out, like cattle at the sale yards and from that day on, the baby would live a life of penance, to make amends for the sins, they did not commit.
In the catholic church orphanages, they were picked on, and beaten for things they did not do, they were put down and dressed in sacks, it was the clothes of the unwanted children, in the catholic church system, in Christchurch New Zealand. They had no one looking out for them, so they were the unlucky ones, to be picked out, to be abused and sexual abused. They had no voice, or dare to say anything in their defense, they were children born with their mother's sins on their souls, so these children, had double the penance to do, their mother's, as well as their own.
Saint Vincent De' Paul, force me out, from my mother's arms and then took me to Christchurch, to a Catholic church Orphanage, run by the Good Shepherd order of nuns, which was a run off from the Magdalene Laundries, where I was to stay until I was 10 years old. My life was to change and become a living hell on earth, full of abuse and sexual abuse from the age of 18 months old and to continue throughout my life in the two orphanages.
The sexual abuse has scared me for life and no amount of counseling will, take the pain away, the damage was already done to me, from that first night, they sat on me, and tortured me, while I cried within myself, because if they heard a word out of my mouth, I would be thrashed after wards. They still thrashed me, and then locked me in the broom cupboard, after the three lady workers, had finish with my body. this sexual abuse and abuse, was a nightly ritual, done to me and other children most nights, which always started off, with one of the ladies, scratching her feet on the wire of my bed. They also did things to us, during the day times as well, when we were sitting on our potties in a row, on the floor of the bathroom.
I knew what was going to happen to me, so I would try to hide under my blanket, which never worked. They use to say, that a child had to be seen and not heard, now I know why they kept saying that to us, it was, so that our screams would not be heard within, or outside those red brick walls.
Even when we did scream, no one helped us, we were the devils children, a child of the devil, the devil's daughters, so who would come to save us and pull us out of the arms, of the demons, who were possessed with an evil spirit and very skilful in their abuse and sexual abuse to us children.
1952 to 1965.
I was then sent to Nazareth House, and here too the abuse was to go on, as if it was a every day happening, which the nuns did to defenseless children, such as, the children who had no one, looking out for them. The naked beatings, laying on my back and then my front, tied to the four bedpost most nights, was to begin within, the two months of being sent there. My cries for help, only made them, more aggressive towards me, they would say that they were doing this to me, to get the devil out of my soul and that they had to get my mother's sin out of me.
The sexual abuse of children, had scarred us for life and we have carried our horrid secret, within us for years, because to tell of what the nuns, monks, brothers, priest and their workers, did to us, was a worse sin against God and the church, that any one could commit to children.
The new leader of Scotland's Roman Catholics, prompted controversy last night, by claiming a nun convicted of violently, abusing children in her care was innocent.
Archbishop Mario Conti, said he believes Sister Alphonso, also known as Marie Theresa Docherty, is the victim of a miscarriage of justice and should have her conviction quashed.
In September 2000, the nun was found guilty of cruel and unnatural treatment of children at catholic orphanages in Aberdeen and Lasswade, Midlothian, between 1965 to 1980.
We, the abused children know that we tell the truth and that God is our witness and it is people like this Bishop in Scotland, is why we can not heal.
To all Bishops, priest, nuns, monks, brothers, who as they say, did not see, or hear our cries of help, in the catholic church orphanages worldwide, we are telling the truth, the nuns had two sides to them, which they still have, we the children, saw the bad side of these men and women of God, while people from the outside, only saw, what these men and women of God, wanted them to see.
You have to realize that I lived 25 years with the men and women of God and I know, that they do not know, how to tell the truth. They should have their mouths washed out with soap, just like they did to us, when they put their lies onto us and it is the same today.
You do not know the length, these men and women of God will go to, to keep the truth from coming out. We do. We knew these men and women of God so well and their lies.
Why so much cover up in the church still, about the sex abuse of little children? We need to heal. You have to stand before God and you know He knows that we keep telling the truth, over and over again, but no one hears us. We will keep going, until some one out there, hears our calls for help, as it is on this earth, that these men and women of God, have to face us and tell the truth, for all to hear. Before facing their maker, when their time is up and ready for them. Mark my word, God is ready for you and you can not lie to Him.
Better a Millstone be tied around their neck and they be thrown into the depths of the sea, if anyone gives scandal to one of these, My little ones.
We must not be silence any more.
Please keep talking about the abuse of these evil nuns, monks, brothers, priest and their workers. We must keep telling the world of what happened to us, so we can help children, who are still being abused and sexual abused, so they can get help. We must not stop, no mater what befalls us.
We must think of these children who have no voice, we must be their voice and let us be heard, for their sake. These children have no one and we know what we went through, so we must help them, by speaking out for them and with them. Ann