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Chapter 5: A Tale of Three Brothers
The cold, sterile walls of the hospital bore witness to the first three months of my life. As a newborn, struggling with the aftereffects of the dopamine inhibitors coursing through my veins, I was deemed a ward of the state. My brothers and I were sent to Nazareth House in Ballarat, a place reminiscent of a Dickensian novel, where the shadows of cruelty and despair loomed large.
We found ourselves plunged into a world of existential violence, where bullies and predators roamed, and sadistic nuns held sway. Mother Terresa, in particular, seemed to revel in our suffering, her twisted pleasure manifesting in acts of brutality such as tearing at our ears and washing our mouths out with soap.
The institution that held us captive was a two-story building on Grant Street, Sebastopol. Established in 1911, St. Joseph's Home in Sebastopol accommodated boys between the ages of six and sixteen, and girls up until the age of six before transferring them to Nazareth House in Ballarat. Residential childcare ceased at St. Joseph's in 1980.
In this oppressive environment, my brothers and I found our lives taking divergent paths. Though bound by blood, the hardships we endured at Nazareth House tested the limits of our bond. The institution was a crucible, and in its searing heat, our individual stories were forged, each marked by the scars of our shared ordeal.
In the shadow of the imposing edifice of St. Joseph's Home, we fought to maintain a semblance of normalcy, our days spent navigating the treacherous waters of institutional life. The echoes of our laughter were a faint, defiant cry against the darkness that surrounded us, a testament to the indomitable spirit of youth.
It was during this time that the specter of abuse haunted the halls of the institution, as the convicted pedophile Father Gerard Francis Ridsdale assumed the role of visiting chaplain at both St. Joseph's Home and Nazareth House in Ballarat. His presence cast a sinister pall over our already troubled existence, and the weight of his crimes would reverberate through the years, leaving scars that may never truly heal.
As the years progressed and our time at Nazareth House drew to a close, the three of us emerged from the crucible forever changed. The bonds that once united us as brothers had been stretched to their breaking point, and the paths that lay before us diverged, leading us each to our own unique destinies. The tale of our lives had been irrevocably altered, and as we walked away from the dark halls of Nazareth House, we carried with us the memories of our time there, a testament to the indomitable spirit that had allowed us to survive.
