It is 2011January 30th I decided to confront my demons with Brian and Chris Kemp on the Radio Show — the sexual abuse I suffered at the hands of workers and the anger I feel no one can imagine .
Wandering through the memories of my head , I was pointed to dorms, living rooms, dining halls, faces, screams ,voices and images I thought were long lost and burried deep away
"One of the things I remember being taught was thou shalt not steal, ...How ironig ...."What the reform schools stole from me was a lot more then stealing material things, ' If I lay out my suffering and other boys suffering "There was blood all over the walls ,some were beaten so badly that the underwear was buried into the skin. Some face was unrecognizable after multiple beatings with a stick .Many young boys taken to the concrete building we called it the Hall where children were tortured, sodomized and sometimes killed. People tell me to get over this kind of brutailty I have suffered.Ohhh How I wish I could .Sometimes it will be set of by a smell, a noise, or images seen on Tv, news stories I hear or read. Then I hear some comments or someone trying to give me sound advice to go and see physiatrists, I have done all that believe me when I say that, but none of them can delete this torment.How I wish would be able to remove my brain place it in to a bowl of bleach for a few days and it becomes pure again, So I can start my life over..
A week has past since my interview and I feel ashamed I let people down who are very close to me,let people down who trying to help. The one person who has never left my side has been my wife , but it seems like I am pushing her further and further away....It is easy for me to say I will stand up for her and my stepsons to keep my family together.But saying and doing are 2 differnt things.Looking back of all the time I wasted all the promises I made, I am actually just a shell of a man.My wish is that the abusers of all reform schools, residental schools not only here in Canada but all over the world will be brought to justice, before we die.
Other People's Children
NEVER FORGET
