Part 1: For all you right-wing catholics out there, it is obvious that you suffer from Stockholm syndrome and have taken the part of your captors and abusers and are now the bullies and defend the bullying. This has never been about disciplining bullies or "bad" kids -- it is about the sadistic bullying of the vulnerable in a captive setting while holding in loco parentis status. The nuns were, for the most part, sick, sexually perverted individuals who took it all out on the smallest and weakest students. The "nice" nuns did exist, but most didn't last long, either getting transferred from school to school or leaving the orders entirely. And, like all good psychopaths (like the pedopriests), they knew who to be nice to and who they could lash out at so that there would always be plausible deniability because there would be people who would say, "sister never laid a hand on me", all the while there would be a large percentage that they did abuse. What's sad is that those of us abused by nuns can't get any justice because the abuse was nonsexual, mental, emotional, and spiritual, and gee whiz, those just aren't crimes like rape and sodomy.
I went to Ascension school in Cleveland OH for seven years of hell, taught by Sisters of Mercy (those who ran the Magdalene laundries in Ireland). I was small and weak, quiet and obedient. I got punished over and over because I was left-handed (but by 1964, they stopped forcing lefties to be right handed - that does not mean that they didn't still believe left-handers to be demonic). My first grade nun did not believe in children having any bodily functions except when *she* decided they should. I had three incidents of *needing* (not wanting, not slacking) to go to the bathroom. I did the proper and polite thing and raised my hand and asked politely to go to the lavatory (I even used the right word because you'd get punished if you said bathroom or restroom), she kept refusing me and I couldn't control my overfull bladder any longer and had to pee at my desk. She then used the incident to humiliate me further, forced me to sit in a urine-soaked wool uniform until the end of the day, then made me stay after school to clean up the already drying, very sticky urine with a few paper towels. After the third time, my parents came to the school and were told I was evil because I needed to pee. The solution was that I had to be deprived of nutrition at recess (i.e., a carton of milk) so that I wouldn't need to pee outside narrowly defined parameters set by the school. This situation set me up for endless and repeated abuse and humiliation for the remaining six years at that school.









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