The Reading Warehouse

It is no exaggeration to say that we were tortured; physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually.

For a long time I felt so close to the 'funny farm', barely able to deal with the scars from my youth. There has been nothing therapeutic in my quest to expose the truth, and delving deeper into the wounds has been hard and painful.

It took decades for me to first face and then piece together the fragments of my life at a children's home run by the Catholic Church, to pull the hazy images out of the shadows of my mind and bring them into sharp focus. Slowly, painfully, I put the puzzle back together.

Beginning with the everyday aspects of life at The Firs, before addressing the horrors that went on there. Through over a decade of legally challenging the Catholic Church while members of that institution and the entourage that supports them, obfuscated, delayed and lied while attempting to avoid confronting the truth; a cover up of child abuse by those appointed as representatives of the Catholic faith - nuns and priests.