How could they!
reality2k4
Registrant
How could my mother and father do this.
I remember when I was a boy, not knowing how to live in his own family, let alone the big wide World that once encompassed so much opportunity for him.
My parents threatened to bring the priest to see me, and talk to me like he was going to solve his problems.
He was the old style priest, who ste thought was a perv anyhow, his radar was on high alert as this man of the cloth only ask for money when we had nothing.
Nobody liked him at school when he came and visited.
His name was fr. coffee, no wonder I dont like coffee unless it is real coffee.
My parents demanded that the kids talk to him, and he told us all how we were all damned unless we stuck by the laws of the church.
He said he would take me to make me good again, like what!
My mom never understood, but my dad agreed with her, and I said NO.
I remember standing in church waiting to go into confession and told him what happened to me, he disbelieved me, he even told me it was a sin to tell lies, yet he must have had me in his sights.
It was at a time when ppl trusted priests as being so ultimately on the side of good that they would trust their little boy with him.
You must be in when father coffee comes, said my mom, he can help you find yourself.
I feel like the dirty little boy as I write this, as my parents knew best for their little boy, but why was he always calling and my folks making sure the kids were in to talk to him.
Sometimes kids are their own best protectors.
This is where my mom was in full denial of what was really going on, but my father had reservations about trusting him to go alone with a priest.
If I recollect this story and it is only sketchy, I said yes, I will go, if one of my siblings is present at all times.
He said something like, no, we need to talk together alone, one to one.
This really confuses me, as ste only saw ppl as being good or evil, but could never understand a priest abusing him.
He tried to use his child logic using what he said in confession to the same priest then the priest telling him it was his fault, then he turns up and says I can cure this boy.
I cannot see this story in its true meaning, it is just coming to the surface, but it caused me massive damage to even face him at home.
Was he overreacting to his initial abuse?
I dont think so, this priest was a weirdo, kids did not like him.
I was terrified of this man of the cloth, but my folks could not understand why all the kids shyed away when they knew he was coming.
Maybe I got it all wrong, but he never did get me.
I remember the kids mocking him as he rode past, but it took nothing out of him.
I remember going to church and opening the door to see him on the parapet, and not going in because he was saying Mass.
My father would ask, did you go to church.
I said yes, I did.
He said, what was the priest waring so I told him.
Fr coffee said that I never turned up to his mass.
I wonder why he was so interested in me turning up for his mass when he already told me it was my fault in confessions!
When he died, I had no feelings for him, he just showed control over kids, not me though.
It goes to show just how families can be influenced by priests.
I had the foreknowledge of being abused and a priest could never show me my way of life through denial and respect for the child.
I am so glad my parents did not demand that I was alone at such a vulnerable time in my life, when I was just trying to regain my feelings in an uncaring life.
I remember kicking and screaming to even see his face, I hated him, and hate is not in my dictionary at all, but I only thought negative in a situation such as this,
My memories are fragmented around this time, but mostly they are true.
They were at a time when ste was getting hit from all sides, it was so massive in his life, his family did not see his hurt.
My family cannot relate to this hurt through denial but it happened.
I was just thinking how it would be if he just let go!
He nearly did, but no, he carried on with his views of how he sees society and how we can be a positive strength.
ste
I remember when I was a boy, not knowing how to live in his own family, let alone the big wide World that once encompassed so much opportunity for him.
My parents threatened to bring the priest to see me, and talk to me like he was going to solve his problems.
He was the old style priest, who ste thought was a perv anyhow, his radar was on high alert as this man of the cloth only ask for money when we had nothing.
Nobody liked him at school when he came and visited.
His name was fr. coffee, no wonder I dont like coffee unless it is real coffee.
My parents demanded that the kids talk to him, and he told us all how we were all damned unless we stuck by the laws of the church.
He said he would take me to make me good again, like what!
My mom never understood, but my dad agreed with her, and I said NO.
I remember standing in church waiting to go into confession and told him what happened to me, he disbelieved me, he even told me it was a sin to tell lies, yet he must have had me in his sights.
It was at a time when ppl trusted priests as being so ultimately on the side of good that they would trust their little boy with him.
You must be in when father coffee comes, said my mom, he can help you find yourself.
I feel like the dirty little boy as I write this, as my parents knew best for their little boy, but why was he always calling and my folks making sure the kids were in to talk to him.
Sometimes kids are their own best protectors.
This is where my mom was in full denial of what was really going on, but my father had reservations about trusting him to go alone with a priest.
If I recollect this story and it is only sketchy, I said yes, I will go, if one of my siblings is present at all times.
He said something like, no, we need to talk together alone, one to one.
This really confuses me, as ste only saw ppl as being good or evil, but could never understand a priest abusing him.
He tried to use his child logic using what he said in confession to the same priest then the priest telling him it was his fault, then he turns up and says I can cure this boy.
I cannot see this story in its true meaning, it is just coming to the surface, but it caused me massive damage to even face him at home.
Was he overreacting to his initial abuse?
I dont think so, this priest was a weirdo, kids did not like him.
I was terrified of this man of the cloth, but my folks could not understand why all the kids shyed away when they knew he was coming.
Maybe I got it all wrong, but he never did get me.
I remember the kids mocking him as he rode past, but it took nothing out of him.
I remember going to church and opening the door to see him on the parapet, and not going in because he was saying Mass.
My father would ask, did you go to church.
I said yes, I did.
He said, what was the priest waring so I told him.
Fr coffee said that I never turned up to his mass.
I wonder why he was so interested in me turning up for his mass when he already told me it was my fault in confessions!
When he died, I had no feelings for him, he just showed control over kids, not me though.
It goes to show just how families can be influenced by priests.
I had the foreknowledge of being abused and a priest could never show me my way of life through denial and respect for the child.
I am so glad my parents did not demand that I was alone at such a vulnerable time in my life, when I was just trying to regain my feelings in an uncaring life.
I remember kicking and screaming to even see his face, I hated him, and hate is not in my dictionary at all, but I only thought negative in a situation such as this,
My memories are fragmented around this time, but mostly they are true.
They were at a time when ste was getting hit from all sides, it was so massive in his life, his family did not see his hurt.
My family cannot relate to this hurt through denial but it happened.
I was just thinking how it would be if he just let go!
He nearly did, but no, he carried on with his views of how he sees society and how we can be a positive strength.
ste