To all new visitors to the blog posted by Degs

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2 responses to “To all new visitors to the blog posted by Degs

  1. Dear MOBsters

    I have just read the article published in yesterday’s Observer. It is a damning piece and I wish only the best outcomes for those who suffered. If I was still practising I would say something about praying for you all. I think it’s me that needs the prayers. I gave testimony to a lawyer acting on behalf of one of the plaintiffs, and I spoke to the journalist who filed the story. Was that enough? I don’t know. I expected to feel vindicated when the story came out. But now that it has, I’m just sad. Sad that the abuse ever happened, sad that boys that I knew suffered so much, and sad that the wall of denial stands in such contempt.

    Martin Millar, (1968-72).

  2. Today for the first time in many years l have seen the name of Domenico Vallmagia who abused me when he was in charge of the infirmary. My reaction to this was to beg my parents not to make me return after the summer holidays. My father was adamant that I return. I couldn’t tell him my reason for not going back. I was duly bundled off to the station and sent back. I’m not really clear as to how things happened thereafter. I know that I started wetting the bed, a very humiliating occurrence in a shared dormitory. I was a very confident boy, this did not help. I think a small cohort of us got a bit rebellious. I might have got a little aggressive with one or two who thought of themselves as the chosen ones. I don’t remember the date but I was ignominiously booted out ( I can verify the date ). ” Sent home in DISGRACE!” My father picked me up at the station and didn’t speak to me for ten years! My home life from there on was a misery. This lead from me being a promising student to pretty much failing a every level. This has greatly affected my life choices. It was not until my mid forties that I established any sort of relationship with my father. It was not until his death that this all came flooding back. Although I still never broached the subject with him.

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