I lived with PTSD for 40 years, after molestation by a Catholic priest at age five. Read my story as I write it here through 2015.

This is a True Story

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Monday, December 15, 2014

I am at work but kinda stalled on book that is really a blog that started here Feb 2014 with this phone conversation where my sister said to me: 

"So that explains it. Father Horne molested me 'til I was about ten.” My sister Patricia is six years older than me and it was 40 years after the abuse that we were on the phone confirming it really happened.  “I got too old for him, so he dumped me for you,” she said, then her voice became a guttural whisper that penetrated my ear, “No wonder I've been so hostile to you your whole life.  You took away my first lover."
I screamed into the phone. "No! No, don't say that!"

Story continued April 2014 here: 

Ch2: The Thud and a Nipple Dress


Where:

In a loud voice on the phone I said to my sister, “Finally we have an explanation.  It's because Father Horne molested us when we were so young that we were both such out of control whores our whole lives!” And there was my daughter Lizzie age six in the doorway overhearing everything. 

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While I was in the Jacuzzi last night, the two felonies that have defined my life since the 1990s suddenly FUSED and became one story, not two to be written separately. I realized, wow, how much more intriguing to add the murder and embezzlement on top of the pedophile priest crimes, as it is, after all, the story of a family, isn't it. . .
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