"A fate worse than death"
When I was younger, this is what people would say when they referred to being raped.Adults would give each other knowing looks when talking about someone "if she is not careful she'll end up murdered---or worse" I couldn't imagine anything worse than being murdered, but it seemed there was something even worse.
It wasn't terribly long before I found out what they meant, and indeed they were right. My abuses at the hands of a priest are well documented, and I have talked about how my life started from the  moment I was raped, to go downhill. What was hard to understand was   why, if I had suffered " a fate worse than death" no one did anything about it! Had I been murdered perhaps they would have cared.
Although I had been brought up with all the horrific fear stories of hell fire and damnation,where in that catholic world everything, apart from breathing,  was sinful, where aged five I was told to pray for a cousin of mine to die because he was about to embark upon marriage to a divorcee, and his Mother's priest had told her that he would be better off dead than living in sin, so we should all pray for him
 to have a "happy death". Consequently every time I put a childlike foot wrong  wondering if someone was praying for me to die too. Where everyone outside of the catholic church should be pitied, and best avoided, where punishment for every minor misdeed was exclusion and silence.Where confession had to be weekly,and that god knew every thought word and deed and was waiting to punish  severely, and  where the priests, who were next to god, were to be  idolised. A world where we were not allowed to talk about science or evolution, or "wicked" Queen Elizabeth 1st -because she was "anti  catholic" where babies who weren't baptised floated around in limbo for eternity, where the only reason to be alive was to "know god, love him, serve him in this world and be happy with him forever in the next" (as long as you were a practising catholic!) Where happiness  was a  sinful goal, where every time a priest crossed your doorstep it was a blessing, (even the bastard who abused me - who I should pray for!) Despite all that, aged thirteen I was thrown into a sordid world I had never imagined existed.
A world of alcoholism, of emotional and mental  turmoil, of self harming, and starving and self destruct.A world of self loathing guilt and secrecy and lies,  believing that I was bad for being raped.A world which led me to a violent and unsuitable marriage, to years of misery and depression, where mercifully the only thing that saved me was my six children. Like Taurus going through the china shop of life.
A long hard road to recovery as a single and ill equipped  parent of six but with  a determination to make things better for them.
Working hard to get rid of the distorted cruel indoctrination of the catholic church, and struggling to make sense of the world. Eventually while watching my wonderful children grow and flourish, meeting my husband and seeing a glimmer of hope for a future.
Then on this day, 24 years ago, my world was shattered, my heart was broken entirely when my beautiful son Nick was killed.  
I wanted to die myself, no Mother should ever experience this pain, but  worse, because still with  my distorted catholic background , I believed it was my fault, my fault for being happy, my fault because I was no good, my fault because I deserved to die and Nick did not. 
  I have worked hard  over the years  towards a  recovery and sound mental health. One of the last things my son said to me was "Mum I am so proud of you" and I did not deserve it. I have tried hard to become worthy of that pride, my joy always is when I am able to use my experiences to help others, it somehow transforms that shit into manure for growth.
I am not always in good shape, I have ups and downs, still feel insecure and vulnerable often but most of the time I am ok ----- apart from this day -- apart form January 18th when I am again consumed with grief and cannot bear to talk to anyone, where my family tip toe around me for fear I am about to collapse, which I very well might. On this day when I see the greyness out of the window and remember that phone call. On this day when the pain is again so unbearable that I would choose oblivion.My son, I know, is no more dead on this day than any other, but today it is very real again.
Of course the catholic church didn't drive that car, didn't pour my drinks, or cut my body, it wasn't there when I was screaming in the night with terrors , or scrubbing my genitals with a nail brush until I bled because of feeling dirty. It wasn't with me when I was feeling lower than a snakes belly in the grass, unworthy and loathsome. But it certainly put me there!
 It was right there in the beginning of it all. It allowed me to feel so bad about myself as a child that I thought I wasn't worthy of life let alone love, it put a pedophile into my home and allowed me to be abused and raped and disregarded,and threw me into a lonely world with no one to help me. It allowed the perpetrator to get away with it, like most others, and it saw  me ,and people like me, as collateral damage,  in it's narcissistic and singular  desire to get away with it's crimes against humanity. It continues to abuse and cover up it's crimes and it does get away with it. And worse than that , like all narcissists , it doesn't give a shit.
So ask me today  what my feelings are:
Being brought up in the catholic church 
                       THAT IS THE FATE WORSE THAN DEATH

I just don't know why we give these bloody people air time, they constantly insult us with their stupid and outrageous pronouncements.I wonder why we still allow them to have these offices, they are intolerant, arrogant narcissistic and shameful.



Archbishop's outrageous comments about rape The Archbishop of Granada in Spain, Javier Martinez, said in his Christmas sermon that it was acceptable for women who have had an abortion to be raped. Author Manuel António Pin expressed his outrage in the daily Jornal de Notícias :

"The Spanish Church won't let anyone dissuade it from its intolerant traditions. ... After [Prime Minister] Mariano Rajoy, who is close to the Church, announced his intention of 'extirpating the putrid secular abortion law' that was passed under Zapatero's government I was given a copy of a Christmas sermon delivered by the Archbishop of Granada in which he says that 'a woman who has an abortion gives a man absolute licence to abuse her body without restrictions because she has committed a sin as if she had a right to do so'. ... For the Archbishop- Hitler's and Stalin's crimes (he forgot Franco's) were 'less dreadful than abortion'. In such situations even a non-believer wishes there was a God to condemn these people." 

My New Year Wish List

1.That our Government and all governments recognise the damage done by the catholic church and denounces them.
2.That all survivors get REAL justice- not platitudes.
3.That David Cameron pulls the cotton wool out of his ears and shoves it into his mouth!
4. Knighthoods  for Stephen Fry, Richard Dawkins and Peter Tatchell !
5. That people will stop referring to that ridiculous Ann Widdecombe as a "National Treasure" and see her for the poisoned little papist  she is.
6.That Science and evolution is a compulsory part of all school curriculum
7.All religion to be kept out of politics,law,health and education.
8.The pope resigns and he and his minions become  accountable to International law.
9.The catholic church gives away every bit of it's obscene wealth and distributes it to the people , starting with the Italian people who have that voracious cuckoo in their midst.
10.Everyone comes to celebrate our survival in VERONA JULY 2012 with Survivors Voice Europe.

Oh and I would quite like to win the lottery!