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By Doctor Rosaleen O`Brien

ISBN: 978-1-84747-723-1
Published: 2009
Pages: 46
Key Themes: poetry, love, family

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About the Author

I have been in receipt of trauma counselling since 1999 on a daily basis,at times speaking till the early hours of the morning.Support from my trauma Counsellor helps me to come to terms with accepting that what has happened to me cannot now be changed. I cannot ever forgive those who had a vicarious liability to look after me and failed. As a result of being locked away for some years all because we were poor has brought certain limitations to my day to day life. Writing is a form of therapy and allows me to be free to be the person that I want to be, and should have been my birthright. Through writing I can reach out to others who may have had such an unfortunate experience as myself . Daily flashbacks can be upsetting and I fill my life with things to do so as to block them out. Day to day life can be exhausting and coping mechanisms that I learnt in order to survive have not helped me in the outside world. God help all fellow survivors and perhaps one day Ireland will accept the terrible price we paid. Shame on all you right thinking residents in Ireland to allow the government and Catholic Church to ignore harm done to me and many others who are either dead or too ill to tell their story. Thanks to Chipmunkapublishing I have been able to confront my demons and a Big Thank you to Reatha my trauma counsellor without her I would not be here today writing about my stolen life.

Book Extract

As I waited at the bus stop in the rain
I saw you just cruising along
Laughing and chatting with your usual customers
On the 321
Listening to their joys and tears
We only saw each other for six short weeks
Our friendship had remained at the back of our minds
For forty long years
Never got to know each other better
Never once dated and never sent letters
Once I got off your bus at Park Square
I had to walk home through the dark roads
For me you showed you cared
`That is a dangerous risk to take you warned`
Some one could attack
And you are walking alone
So dark is the night and you are far from home
Having said `goodnight` you drove off your day was done
I often think of you and how you cared
On the 321
Each night as we said our `goodbyes`

And I was off along these roads

But I knew that I would miss you loads
One night as you looked at me so lovingly
With that far away look in your eyes
You offered to drive me home
Why was I not surprised?
Kind thought for me as you were worried about my journey home
Which could easily have compromised my safety
Remembering that you said that I would be safe with you
And that to me dear meant a lot
I gladly accepted and got into your car