(By Anonymous)
I paid a terrible price for not being able to talk about my "secret." I didn't know anyone who would listen to me. Every day I was afraid the other boys at boarding school would find out. They tormented kids who weren’t like them.
So I guess I'm a survivor, but I don't feel like I've survived very well. I'm alive, so that's surviving, isn't it? And it's now a little better.
About four months ago I went back to church for the first time since I was 15 and I now have a spiritual director, Father B. He knows what the other priest did to me, and he lets me talk. Father B. has helped me talk about it and he doesn't condemn me.
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