“It’s hard for the survivor, for the other siblings, for the extended family. In many cases, James says, nobody wants to ruin the family image. A family member who abuses is always a family member, and how does the family cope with that?”
“There’s a lot of focus on priests, rightfully: the abuse and the cover-up were despicable. I think people need to find the language to talk, at home and in schools, about good and bad intimacy. “Now I have a good relationship with my mum, but during my 20s she seemed to downplay it. When I told her what had happened she thought I was confused. When I was 18 my mum brought me to a psychiatrist. I carried self-loathing, humiliation, fear and shame. “During my teens there was a deep and profound sadness that I couldn’t shake, so I drank a lot and took drugs. It went on for about three years, until shortly after my dad died.
He told me that if I ever told anyone we would both go to prison. “It began with gentle interference but, over time, became more serious and specific. “I was about eight when my brother started coming into my room,” James says.
