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Hello and welcome to my website my name is Ann and this is my personal story of my life at two catholic church orphanages the first one, St. Josephs Girls Orphanage, run by the Good Shepherd order of nuns and it was also known as Month Madgala Girls Orphanage at Halswell Christchurch. The 2nd. was Nazareth House Orphanage also in Christchurch Brougham Street Christchurch, run by the Nazareth House nuns which was also called The Little Sisters of the Poor.

My real name is Shirley Ann Frances Thompson and I call myself Ann, this is because of the way the nuns used my name Shirley. I was born in Wellington New Zealand on the 31-3-1941 and I was taken down to Christchurch at two and half months old, to live 24 years in two different Catholic orphanages, which consisted of a life time of abuse by two different orders of nuns.

I met Brian Thompson in 1964 got married on 24th April 1965 and had our first child a son, (Robbie) Robert Frederick 16-5-1966, who is named after his grand dad. I then left Christchurch when Robert was four and half months old in October 1966 and came up to Whangarei, where I have lived ever since. Now I will tell you of my 24 years of hell in the two Catholic Church orphanages.
Copyright © 2001 Ann Thompson All rights Reserved.

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'"You can abuse my body, You can harm my mind, But you can't harm my Soul. That is mine, which belongs to God. Ann Thompson
You Did Not See The Pain
You did not see the pain that this little girl had inside who knew only the orphan way of life. She has no mother she was told and all of the bad things that were said to her are still in her head about her mother who was just a child the little girl wished that she could have been her mothers child.
 You did not see the fear in me as you walked by me, swinging a stick behind your back, then out it would come, without a sound and the swish of the whip as it came down across my back. Then the screams of pain which I know you heard but never did I hear a kind word from you.
 You did not see the torment in me as the years went by you have permanently left the scars on my body and soul. You used me as a scapegoat as you made me bare the blame for others without a word for my defense as I was never heard.
 You did not see the pain in my heart as you stole it from me years gone by to live from day to day without Gods love to hide and sneak around the place so no one could find me to hit and hurt me again because there was no place to hide.
 You did not see my shame as you put the dunce hat on my head while on the stool I had to sit in the corner and each and every child was told to laugh at me because of the spelling I got wrong, which was the start of me not having a friend.
 You did not see the humiliation in me each night with three nuns who thrashed me as they stripped me naked of all clothes, tied me hand and feet to each end of the bed and then made me to kneel down with my head on the floor to apologize for the wrong I did not do.
 You did not see in me the little innocent girl I was who was hurting deep inside because you broke my spirit and the walking dead was I because the little child in me was gone for ever more.
 You did not see my innocence in me as my innocence was taken away from me by the lay workers, nuns and a priest who did not care for the child who cried most nights on the floor and beside her bed she did pray for Jesus and Mary to take her away.
 You did not see my grieving heart and soul because of been unfairly treated the ugly, distorted, harsh and unpleasant thrashings I got over the bed at night times with very severe painful injuries I received from you all.
 You did not see my heart which bled with torment inside as you ripped my heart out of me so many years ago and no love was shown to me as a child, Because without a mothers love a child's soul does not grow.
 You did not see the spiritual abuse which you put me through from day today as each day you talked of God with hate who will show no mercy to us little children and that hell was where we would all go when we die without knowing the true God.
 You did not see how with your tongue the verbal abuse took its hold on me which your words cut me to the core with your tongue so bad and hurtful in front of all my peers to hear.
 You did not see because of my bed wetting you made it worse by demeaning me of the cold baths which you put me in and rubbing my nose in the wet sheets which you then made me wear around my head at breakfast time for all to see.
 Please God forgive them for they knew exactly what they had done to all the little unwanted innocent children in the Catholic orphanages around the world who are shouting out for justice for the world to hear the truth and the abuse to us that was done in Gods name by the men and women of the cloth who showed no mercy to the little parent less children who had nowhere to hide.
Copyright © 2001 Ann Thompson All rights Reserved.


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