I've battled with this decision for an hour and even though it is humiliating I feel if I can make even one victim of sexual abuse feel a bit better today.

I went nearly 40 years without telling this to ANYONE. In past year I told my wife, a journo here on Twitter, and now...

fuck me sideways I'm going to tell the world. I hope it gives strength to others out there today.

When I was 12 my father was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. My parents, being very Catholic, sought guidance from the church. They assisted my mother

to get me enrolled in what was arguably then Newcastle's best private school...Marist Boys High. A Brother from the school visited our home several times over the weeks preceding commencement of Year 7. He was fully aware of our families circumstances.

Anyway...to cut to the chase, that Brother sexually abused me over the next 3 years. Fully aware that I had no one to help me. I didn't dare bother my mother as she dealt with my father's deteriorating health.

For years..for my entire life..
I rejected the memories of highschool