chapel

Some of my memories of the school are reference points.

During my junior year, it was at the end of the school year, the month of May. May is the month of the Mary, the Virgin Mary, the Blessed Mother. Every day during the month of May, just before dinner at 6:00 pm, all students are marched to the chapel to say the Rosary.

There I would be, along with all the boarding students of the school, kneeling in chapel from 5:30 to 6:00 pm saying Hail Mary's, prayer after prayer for a full thirty minutes. The sun would be shining through partially opened stain glassed chapel windows. The fresh spring/summer air would come into the area while we students prayed ... "Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with thee ... " and I would think. My predominate thought would be: "I will soon be leaving this place! It has been almost four and three quarter/five years. Five years in this school! And I would look at the partially opened chapel windows and see some of the blue sky with the sun shining and my spirit would lift. One more year to go. One more year!"

And true to form, one year later I was in that same chapel. The same prayers of all 200 students murmeriing, "Hail Mary full of  grace, the Lord is with Thee ... " It was mind bending. I will be  free in a few weeks, I will graduate. I had done it! I had finished, six years here at this place! Six years! There will be no holding me back. I will be set free! It seemed unreal, like time had stopped, and there I was thinking about it. All these years I had endured the school and the assemblies, the walking in file, the study hall, classrooms, the organized sports, the rec hall, all of it. And now I would be set free. And all the time the prayers kept on ... "...pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death ... "

We would file out of chapel and go along the darkened corridor, the dark wood stained and polished doors to the private offices of the Brothers S.J., down a staircase to the basement and into the dinning hall. It was all so routine. But this was different. My time was coming. I would be free.

Stalked and Drugged

I believe the mad bastard priest flipped out when he heard that I was going to be set free in a couple of years.

The catholic clergy, the Brothers of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, demanded back money from my father for those years paid by the parish via the parish priest. My father got a lawyer to protect himself. Past tuition couldn't be called upon, but from now on it was pay as you go. There would be no financial help from the mad bastard priest if there was help in the past.

Dad could not afford the school so me and my brother were asked if we would like to change schools. No, my brother would not like to change schools. But I was interested. What dad offered was one bastard Jesuit school for another bastard Jesuit school. He offered La Salle in Newport Rhode Island. I could be enrolled there as a day student and be home in Island Park after school let out for the day. That was not what I wanted. My wish was to attend a public school, co-ed. There was a modern public school near Island Park. I could just about walk there. That was the school I was interested in. But it was not offered. So I didn't take the deal, no La Salle, no day student, no commute. Both Gilbert and I would go back to Mount Saint Charles.

Now with the added expense of a private school Dad could not afford the rent where we were living. We had to move to a rundown apartment dad owned back in Fall River.

We moved.

My stalkers kept up their contacts on me when I was at home. When I was at school; well, I was locked up there with nowhere to go.

Drugs:

When I was home something different started to happen to me. My urine would turn a reddish brown. I became concerned, but now and then it would clear up and at other times it would turn to reddish brown. I didn't know what was the cause.---I was being drugged! It was the start of a systematic series of druggings directed at me that would continue for some 40 years.

If a chance happened and the situation would present itself, the bastard perverts who were stalking me would Mickey Finn whatever I would be drinking or eating. As a result, I would become fatigued for no reason at all. I was being drugged! Drugged by the bastards who were stalking me. My urine would darken to reddish brown then in a couple of days it would clear up. I didn't fully understand the situation.

So the curse involved me being stalked, slandered and now I was being drugged.

Their drugging me served them well. When I was drugged a stalker could walk right up to me, start a conversation and then leave. The next day I wouldn't be able to recognize who it was I had been talking to. Perhaps the person would be vaguely familiar but I wouldn't know who, when, where or what was said.

And there was another effect besides the fatigue. When I was drugged I couldn't have sex. That must have pleased those celibate pervert faggot bastards. Why it was almost a forced period of celibacy. There was no need for me to take vows. I was being isolated and drugged. When I became drugged I would be fatigued. Years later I would suspect some of the drugs being used against me were muscle relaxants, Haloperidol or Thorazine
(Chlorpromazine) therefore, no sex.