Posted on 01/18/2014 10:24:32 AM PST by Morgana
Exactly!!!! My very question. These are 5-year-old children who still need nurturing.
NOTHING that happens at school should be a secret from parents, ever
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I wholeheartedly agree with you.
BUT..that is the way it was, I didn’t say it was good.
‘Back in the day’, the Nuns could be right savage and I would never allow ANYONE to treat my kids/grandkids the way I was treated.
Unless, of course, they were incorrigible, hard headed, smart arses, which I realized I was.
I used to say the Marines and Navy used to love to get us Catholic School Boys - for the most part we were already broken in....
And also realized they really weren’t going to ‘kill us’, just make things somewhat miserable.
(The reason I say Marines and Navy is the draftees usually had a year or 2 or 3 between HS and Boot Camp, where those of us that voluntarily enlisted went basically from HS to Boot Camp.)
Pedophiles, like all hunters, go where the prey is.
I have been psychologically and emotionally abused by an adult only once in my entire life. The assaults were meted out on a daily basis by an Irish nun, Sister Mary Celine. Such was the abuse and public humiliation that, today, almost 50 decades later, the hurt and anger are still with me, and I tremble when I recall it. I’m not sure I was the only one she abused, or if she focused on one child in every class. I sometimes wish I could slap her face.
The worst was when I had to take medicine that necessitated frequent bathroom breaks. My parents advised her of this.
We had daily Mass in our school’s cafetorium. One morning, Celine stood in front of the class and declared too many children were leaving mass to go to the restroom. I don’t believe this was the case.
Whomever rose during the Mass would be taken to the principal’s office and severely punished for sinful and disruptive behavior, and they would have to confess it to the priest and apologize to the school before the next mass.
As always, everyone went to the restrooms, and we little girls took out our round, white lace mantillas and bobby-pinned them to our heads.
Mass was almost an hour long. Towards the end of the hour, I was fidgeting and couldn’t hold it. I looked imploringly at Sister Celine who knelt at the wall and glared at me. Naturally, I had the “accident” while kneeling on the cafetorium floor.
Two good things arose from this horrible event. One, was that after we went back to our classroom, I laid my head down on my desk and covered my face with my arms.
Soon after, the bell rang for short recess. My seat was near the front. As the kids who sat behind me filed outside to play, I felt their little hands gently touch me on my back.
The other good thing was that my parents tore into Celine, the principal, etc, and told the church this sick nun shouldn’t be allowed any position of authority, especially around children. They took me out of there and enrolled me in another school.
The last I heard, Celine was living in a beautiful retirement home for nuns. Out of curiosity, about 20 years ago, I called there. I was told she was doing very well, enjoying her retirement, and was out on a “shopping expedition” with some of her fellow sisters. So nice.
Really, it’s the parent’s responsibility to teach young children.
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