No matter what church pukes say, you can’t just put pedophile priest rape behind you, it's there all the time. When someone dies, you mourn them, then go on, but what do you do when it's your own life you're mourning? I lost sixty years and counting, as I was never okay, ever, from age five on, after Father Horne-y got to me.  Now my story is the only asset I've got, and my compulsion for truth makes me keep writing about it, whether I want to or not.  Too bad. If the Church wants the survivors to stop criticizing them, they should 'fess up to all their sins, in public, with great humility, and do something really magnanimous in amends. Until then, I'm blogging on.