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Ann Free Spirit | Synopsis | Mother Francis of Rome | Rev. Fr. Thomas Doyle | We Stand By You Rev. Fr. Doyle | A Letter of Hope | A Little Help Fom a Friend | From a Friend | A Priest Doing God's Work | Innocents was Taken | Mr. Savano | Pope John Paul II | Pope John Paul II | Nun Suddened by the Truth | Shield accused nun | Abuse by nun's hands, not God's | Together we Stand | Priest Abusing Nuns | Next to Godliness.. | First Stirke Out | The New Cardinals | Catholic News Site | The Testament Site | Reaching: Out to Stuart & Paul | A Little Child Stands in Line | A Lonly Little Child | Nobody's Child | Rosary Beads in The Hall | I Give You My Hand In Friendship | When I Hear These Things | One More Nights Sleep | If Only | Humpty Dumpty | I Love You | Don't Let Go Until Tomorrow | My Dearest Lover | The Lonely Rose | How Did I Survive???? | Children Need Love | A Friend is What I Want to Find | I Give You My Hand In Friendship | When the Night Comes | Who Am I??? | There Are So Many Tears | Maria, What I see in You | Re-abuse | You Were Always Here With me | Fear Within 2003 | Elvis!!! | My Life Was Stolen From Me | God Is My Witness | I want My Freedom From My Torment & Pain | Give Me my Time to Heal. | Nuclear War | When the nuns had their fates | How do They Live With Themseleves? | Re-abuse 2002 | We Want Our Faith Back | Spiritual Abuse | My Faith was Strong | Trust was Broken | I Cry Each Day | Bless me Father | Hear our Cries | The nuns Picked on the same children | Apologize to us | Like Saints and Martyrs | Half Truths | Tell The World the Truth | No More Lies | Nun wrongly claimed dead | Hurt so Bad | Acknowledgment & Justice | Innocent Unwanted Children of Nazareth House | My Family | Our Wedding Day 1965 | My Son Robert 1 | My Son Robert II | My Daughter Joanne | My Daughter Rachel | My Daughter Bridget | My Four Grand Children | My Mother's Family | Mother I | Mother I

My Life Was Stolen From My

My Life Was Stolen From Me

My life was stolen  from me
at Nazareth House My mind
was taken from me as
well as my soul.
It was as if  I was not there
most of the time

I was put down so much,
called a simpleton,
I would stand still in one step
and could not talk to a soul,
while the nuns hit me
to try to get me to talk,
and told me I was so bold.

This made me open for more
and more abuse by the nuns,
because it was the only
way I knew how
to take all of the pain
which I would hide.

I can not explain to you
how fearful I was
of the nuns and priest,
that when I heard
the nuns rosary beads
before even seeing the nuns,
I would wet my pants and cry.

No one will ever know
how frightened I was, 
I would go numb within
and not think of anything,
my mind was blank
I would hide from the nuns
by hiding behind the other girls.

I knew that I was going
to be stripped and
dragged across the bed
thrashed to get the devil out of me
as well as my mothers sins.

I will never forget
what the nuns, Priest
and older girls did to me,
as well as the three woman
who sexually abused me in the nursery

My life was hell
I have nothing to show for it.
I am what the nuns
have always told me,
when I was a child,
dumb, stupid, sinful, simpleton
with the devil in me,

So believing all that the nuns
had told me,
is how I have lived my life,
not knowing any better.

I hate myself for
not helping my children,
With their school work
I have let them down so much.
To send them to their big brother, Robbie
Who, without a word
took them for their sums
spelled the words which
I could not spell

My three girls,
Joanne. Rachel and Bridget
with brother Robbie as well
had never asked me why
I did not help them
with their home work
even to this day
they do not ask me why.

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