The ugly truth has long been bubbling under the surface. My faith was damaged by a devout teacher, I began searching other faiths and belief systems. I ran away to a location where in the underbelly of society I was accepted and felt a sense of safety. At the time I didn’t realize that too many of us shared an experience that no boy or girl should ever experience.
See on YouTube “The Boys of St. Vincents” , it is actually Mount Cashel Orphanage mainly during my time scrapping by in that town. What is depicted is extremely mild compared to the truth of what was going on. The Orphanage is gone, the cases from the 1970's to 80's have been settled but the Catholic Church continues to fight the cases from the 1950's and 60's, to me they are trying to outlive the victims.
Basically I became an agnostic deist, I may appear in a church from time to time but generally find the “church” concept repellent. He is we and we are he, for me this developed from basically being dead for a time then dragging myself back into my body before my life went south.