Over the last few days I’ve been looking back at the last few years. The progress I’ve made. It’s been hard to look back.
Four years ago I was just moving in to a house in coventry. I went there because I had to. The problem was that I had to travel 110 miles for counselling and back. This situation was not ideal.
When I was in the house in Coventry the tasks I had, were solitary and with little contact with the others living there. The way I was made to feel was that it was my fault. I had no control over my healing process. I felt so alone. During this time I had planned to end it all. It got to the stage where I couldn’t deal with being an outcast. That’s how it felt.
I have never received an apology for this but I have forgiven those who didn’t understand what I was going through.
Even today they don’t realise the hurt they caused me.
I was hurt by members of the Catholic Church. A church that is supposed to help those in difficulty. Maybe it’s time for the church to take a good look at it’s self and help survivors of abuse.
I’ve only been to mass once in almost eighteen months, I don’t think I can go until things change.