Bill Haddow wrote:OCB wrote:
I had one classmate who had issues, mentally and at a family level. He had a complete emotional melt-down in P4 (8-9 yr old I think), in the middle of class.
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Sounds very similar to the tale I recounted earlier, and, yes, that was in Lanarkshire too.
Bill H
I know, that's why I said it. The investigation ongoing at the witch factory up at Smyllum - with the 90 something yr old nun being arrested etc - that's just skimming the top as you know.
TBH, in today's terms I'd be a millionaire via ambulance-chasing lawyers for the not so bad abuse I (as in all of us) lived through.
It wasn't right, and TBH one big reason I denounced my Catholic faith was the unwarranted physical abuse meted out on at least a weekly basis by those in "position" I volunteered my own time to help.
The church was something very dear and integral to my family, we didn't even think there was any separation between us and our local priests - they were welcome in our home any time; and they visited regularly. I had family high up in the church going well back (pre Victoria), cousins who went to seminary etc.
How things have changed....
My family home was 30 yards from the local church. The Chapel House (where the priests lived) was just after that. One troubled lad (less than 10 yrs old) had his face punched in by the priest, in the playground in front of the entire school.
His father went to the Chapel House as I was going by later that afternoon- to give the priest a bit of his mind; a very rare event. The priest opened the door, and without saying a word smashed the (Lanarkshire steel worker) father square on, then closed the door. Start to finish; about 5 seconds.
The father was semi punch drunk, rang the door bell - waited a bit - realized he was onto a loser then left.
Some people might reminisce about the "good old days" where physical beatings were accepted.
I don't. They were a bunch of cnuts who couldn't logically argue their way out of a wet paper bag - so reverted to authority and violence.
One mate of mine, in the ambiguous position of being in an English run private school in Scotland in 83, got punished with the belt. The deputy Head told him that the punishment wasn't entirely legal - but if he declined; he (and his younger sister) would be expelled.
So, he stood there - in the famous "wrists out" stance. The wazz gave it his best, my mate opened his arms just before impact and the deputy Head got a taste of his own medicine. My mate walked out the school right after and never returned, and thankfully his parents fully supported his decision.