Mount Magdala was sold
to The Nazareth House order of nuns and Mount Magdala St. Joseph Girls
Orphanage, was to become an orphanage for boys. These nuns were looking
after the boys at Maryland and the Saint John of God Brothers were to
take over Maryland, for, as they said, the slow boys. No One every fore
seen, what was about to happen to all of these young boys, they were not
slow or backward, the boys were like you and me, Oh but Yes, I was dumb
as well, as the nuns kept on telling me. A simpleton, I was told I was,
a child who should be grateful for them, for taking me in, yes, a
living hell on earth
The
boys were abused and sexual abused by the Saint John of God Brothers
and the catholic church brothers destroyed the lives of many boys, some
committed suicide, not knowing that they were not to blame, for the
dirty deeds these brothers and nuns did to them, as little children in
their so called care.
Ok,
I will come back now to were I was before. The Nazareth House nuns,
then call our girls orphanage St Josephs Boys Home. this happened in
1952, I went there to work in 1960 and stayed there until March 1966,
when I was 6 months with my first baby a son. My Robbie.
I
had phoned the nuns up, because I had tried to kill myself, I was
working for a family of 8 children, from 18 years to one being born
while I was there. I worked every day, oh god, just the same as Nazareth
House, work until you drop. Timaru already had bad memories for me, I
was sexual abused at the age of 15 years by a priest, I was sent down
to Timaru for a week and it was like heaven, I would go down to the
Sandshell , right on Timaru beach and listen to Elvis Singing, as it was
the first time I had heard his voice and I was one of his biggest fan,
from that week on.
So
after I came out of the hospital, i phoned up the nuns, I told them
that I was coming up to stay, 2 weeks with them, I told no one what I
had done, I had lied about it, and kept quite, no one was going to know
my secret, I told my Lawyer about it, in 2003 and also about how I had,
also tried to commit suicide, when I was 12 years old. The shame, pain
and turmoil, I was going through, I just could not handle any more. Well
when I was in the 2nd week at Nazareth House I told them I was coming
back to stay. I had no where to go, I did not know any one outside
the orphanage, I could not face the other girls. I went back to Timaru,
to tell them I was leaving in 2 weeks, and that was how I got the job, at
St. Josephs Boys Home.
Woe Betide Any Child - If You Ever Tell - About What Happened - Behind These Red Brick Walls.
