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Please be PATIENCE while I update my first website here thank you Ann

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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.

 

  ~ * ~ Christ Looks Down ~ * ~ And He Weeps ~ * ~



This photo was taken of me in 1995



 
 

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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.

~ * ~ Christ Looks Down ~ * ~ And He Weeps ~ * ~

 

 

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