Brother Eubieus gave me a piece of paper to explain to you in my own words why I'm coming home so early. He's so nice to me. Well, the reason I'm coming home is that... I can't eat. Evey time I try to swallow food, it's like my body doesn't let me eat. My throat closes, I start gagging, and I think that everyone believes that I'm trying to get attention or something, but I just can't. And the scary thing is that I'm starting to think that I'll never be able to eat again.
I knew I shouldn't have gone to school that day. I should have stayed at home in my room. I'd be happier than I am now. I got the sickest feeling ever when I got into the car and I think I started crying harder than I ever cried before, and than I ever will cry... I hope. It was horrible, looking up at the tall building and living there for what seemed like forever. Maybe that's what caused it, the fear that this place will be a replacement for my house.
Please, don't make me go back when I get better. Let me stay at home, please. I don't need to go to a school. I can just get a job without an education. Just, please. I would do anything to not go back to that horrible place. I couldn't even get up to get out of bed in the night to go to the bathroom. It was too dark. I peed the bed and Brother Jerry put me in an ice cold shower in front of all the other boys in my dorm as punishment. That was the night Father Maynard caught Joey and I sleeping in the same bed and moved him, telling us he would check the beds every night so it never happens again.
I'm feeling really weak right now, so I think I'm going to go to sleep. Please don't make me go back to that wretched school, or I think I'll get sick again. You don't want me there, and I don't want to be there, so just keep me at home. Please? I love you. See you in a day or so.
Love, Wilson
Monica...
Dear Dad,
I think it's time I tell you the truth. Please, try to stay as calm as you can as you read this letter. I love you, and I think your ready to know. I hope I am, too.
Last year, here at school, I was sexually abused by Father Maynard. He made me do things that I swore I wouldn't do until I was married, Daddy. I thought I might be safe at this school since I'm a good student, but I guess not.
Sometimes I feel safe in the morning when I just wake up, but then I remember everything in one big rush. I feel like crying all the time, but the experience has made me stronger and most of the time I can fight the tears. Most of the time. Sometimes I get winded, like I fell on my back on the ice in winter. I can't breath or cry or scream, but then it passes. It might have been a year ago, but it still really hurts.
I'm so sorry, Daddy.He stole my innocence and I can't take it back. I feel rage so intense that I feel like hurting someone when I think of him and his meaty hands all over me. I especially want to hurt Sister Mary Louise. She helped him get to me and even called me his nickname for me, LP (little princess). Before, all the girls made fun of me and called me LP, too. It stopped when one of the girls, Vivian, told them to stop. Everybody listens to Vivian. Father Maynard raped her, too. She was the only one who really understood, but now she's gone. She was sent back to Chilliwack. I really miss her and I owe her a huge thank you. Without her, Father Maynard would still be here, abusing me.
I'm really sorry, Daddy, but you needed to know. I will never look at people, especially boys, in the same way ever again. Dad, I really want to talk to you in person so we can both get through this together. I really want your support to give me strength and courage. I miss you like nothing else in the world. Tell Amelia, Donnie, Reggie and Ronnie that I love and miss them so much.
Dear Mom and Dad,
Brother Eubieus gave me a piece of paper to explain to you in my own words why I'm coming home so early. He's so nice to me. Well, the reason I'm coming home is that... I can't eat. Evey time I try to swallow food, it's like my body doesn't let me eat. My throat closes, I start gagging, and I think that everyone believes that I'm trying to get attention or something, but I just can't. And the scary thing is that I'm starting to think that I'll never be able to eat again.
I knew I shouldn't have gone to school that day. I should have stayed at home in my room. I'd be happier than I am now. I got the sickest feeling ever when I got into the car and I think I started crying harder than I ever cried before, and than I ever will cry... I hope. It was horrible, looking up at the tall building and living there for what seemed like forever. Maybe that's what caused it, the fear that this place will be a replacement for my house.
Please, don't make me go back when I get better. Let me stay at home, please. I don't need to go to a school. I can just get a job without an education. Just, please. I would do anything to not go back to that horrible place. I couldn't even get up to get out of bed in the night to go to the bathroom. It was too dark. I peed the bed and Brother Jerry put me in an ice cold shower in front of all the other boys in my dorm as punishment. That was the night Father Maynard caught Joey and I sleeping in the same bed and moved him, telling us he would check the beds every night so it never happens again.
I'm feeling really weak right now, so I think I'm going to go to sleep. Please don't make me go back to that wretched school, or I think I'll get sick again. You don't want me there, and I don't want to be there, so just keep me at home. Please? I love you. See you in a day or so.
Love,
Wilson
Monica...
Dear Dad,
I think it's time I tell you the truth. Please, try to stay as calm as you can as you read this letter. I love you, and I think your ready to know. I hope I am, too.
Last year, here at school, I was sexually abused by Father Maynard. He made me do things that I swore I wouldn't do until I was married, Daddy. I thought I might be safe at this school since I'm a good student, but I guess not.
Sometimes I feel safe in the morning when I just wake up, but then I remember everything in one big rush. I feel like crying all the time, but the experience has made me stronger and most of the time I can fight the tears. Most of the time. Sometimes I get winded, like I fell on my back on the ice in winter. I can't breath or cry or scream, but then it passes. It might have been a year ago, but it still really hurts.
I'm so sorry, Daddy.He stole my innocence and I can't take it back. I feel rage so intense that I feel like hurting someone when I think of him and his meaty hands all over me. I especially want to hurt Sister Mary Louise. She helped him get to me and even called me his nickname for me, LP (little princess). Before, all the girls made fun of me and called me LP, too. It stopped when one of the girls, Vivian, told them to stop. Everybody listens to Vivian. Father Maynard raped her, too. She was the only one who really understood, but now she's gone. She was sent back to Chilliwack. I really miss her and I owe her a huge thank you. Without her, Father Maynard would still be here, abusing me.
I'm really sorry, Daddy, but you needed to know. I will never look at people, especially boys, in the same way ever again. Dad, I really want to talk to you in person so we can both get through this together. I really want your support to give me strength and courage. I miss you like nothing else in the world. Tell Amelia, Donnie, Reggie and Ronnie that I love and miss them so much.
Your daughter forever,
Monica