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Sins of the Abused
All Things That Matter Press
Category:
Memoir
Publisher: All Things That Matter Press
ISBN-10: 0984639276
Type: Non-Fiction
Pages: 254
Copyright: June 12, 2011
ISBN-13: 9780984639274
Young Marco, blissfully living with his grandparents, is whisked away to a new school when his parents re-enter his life. Befriended by Father McCool, Marco is groomed with methodical precision, exclusive indulgences, and thrilling sports outings. Slowly, he is introduced to alcohol and porn, molested, and programmed for life with sexual perversions. Years later, Marco self-medicates in a subconscious attempt to suppress the lurid memories of dark secrets hidden behind closed rectory doors and to control an insatiable appetite for morally depraved behavior. He struggles to prove to himself there is a virtuous self hiding deep inside. When he finds a patient and understanding therapist, the reconstruction of his twisted life begins. But by now the rippling effect of abuse has spread throughout his dysfunctional family. Marco crawls, wobbles and falls, gets back up, and continues on his painful yet heroic journey to separate himself from the shameful creature he'd become ... all the while juggling single parenthood and his career along with his internal battles.
This is a true story detailing the slow grooming process of a young altar boy by Father McCool, the hippest priest in school. Marco was an outsider at a new school. He was the perfect target. And Father McCool took advantage of that.
The story graphically depicts how the young boy was seduced with alcohol, porn, and a lengthy grooming process--programmed for life, hooked on morally depraved behavior.
Excerpt
After the service was over and everything cleaned up, I walked outside to wait for my ride. A half hour later, Father walked outside and saw me sitting on the curb. “Do you want to come to the rectory and call your mom?”
“Yes, Father. She must’ve forgotten about me.”
We walked across the street to the rectory, and Father handed me the phone in the vestibule. I called home. “Mom, did you forget to pick me up? Mass is over now.”
“Oh, my! What time is it? I can’t believe it’s this late. I’ll be right there,” Mom said.
“Can I have the phone, Marco?” Father said, reaching out. After I handed it to him, he said into the receiver, “Would you like me to bring him home after we have lunch? It’s no problem.”
Father smiled, nodding, as he listened, then said, “You’re very welcome. I look forward to seeing you tonight for dinner.” After another pause he said, before hanging up, and with a wink in my direction, “I’m honored for the invitation.”
He led the way to the rectory kitchen, and I followed, taking in the opulent antique furniture and handsomely decorated walls.
“Wow!” I exclaimed when he opened the door to the huge pantry. “Your cupboards are packed with food.”
“How about a tuna fish sandwich?” Father said, taking down a can of tuna.
“Sure. That’d be great.”
Father made the sandwiches and served them with potato chips and pickles. Afterwards, he treated me to a Tastycake apple pie.
“Would you like to see some of my home movies, Marco,” Father asked when we were through eating.
“I probably should go home.”
“It’ll only take a moment. Besides, I spoke with your mother, and she said it would be okay.”
“Alright. Then I guess I can stay.”
We started to walk upstairs. As we got to the second floor, Father McCool’s Pastor came from his bedroom. “Hello, Father,” he said with a smile.
“Hello, Pastor. Have you met Marco? He’s one of our finest altar boys. I’m going to show him some of my famous home movies.”
“Hello, Marco. It’s nice to meet you. Have fun and keep up the good work. May God bless you,” Pastor said.
“It’s nice to meet you, too,” I said, offering my hand.
The Pastor held my hand gently. He looked at me and said, “Good lad.” He continued toward the staircase, and we continued on to Father McCool’s bedroom. He closed the door behind us.
“I don’t want to bother the other priest who’s taking a nap next door,” he said as he went to the closet and pulled out a movie projector. “Sit right there on the bed. I’ll get it set up.”
Once Father had the projector ready, he sat next to me while we watched his home movies of boys from other parishes who were around my age playing and joking around. In one of the scenes, a kid pretended to say some magic words, and all of a sudden he magically disappeared and then reappeared a few seconds later.
“Wow! How’d he do that?” I said with amazement.
“Let me show you,” Father said with a laugh. “Now stand over by the bookcase, Marco.” He turned on his movie camera and aimed it at me. “Stand perfectly still and remember the exact position you’re in. This will be fun.”
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