I’m a 48 year old breast cancer and Grenville Christian College CULT survivor.
GRENVILLE CHRISTIAN COLLEGE:
My friend and fellow GCC cult survivor Andrew J. Hayle-Byrne bravely wrote a book entitled GRENVILLE, and spearheaded a 13 year endeavor of the filling, and subsequent winning of a class action lawsuit brought forward by former students and staff children, exposing all of the school’s horrific abuse which spanned over THREE decades. The school was located in Brockville, Ontario, Canada.
My personal HERO, aside from Andrew, is Justice Janet Leiper of the Ontario Superior Court of Justice found the defendants GUILTY on all 12 counts in February 2020.
Recently, another former cult survivor and writer Ewan Whyte wrote an article for Toronto Life – THE CULT THAT RAISED ME, a difficult read but most important insight into child abuse.
I will NEVER be silent about my experience at this school.
Grenville attacked my dignity and dehumanized my female gender on a daily basis. The sexualized abuse was horrific. For 2.5 years I lived in a cult environment of ritual public humiliations.
I am pleased that I now live in an environment of respect and affirmation. May this campaign of psychological warfare on kids NEVER happen again in Canada.
The photo below is of me at my 1991 high school commencement ceremony with Father Charles Farnsworth whispering GOD knows what in my ear – definitely fake well wishes. Look at the grip he had on my arm… he allegedly liked to do more than grip arms. Ever since digging this it up my stomach is sick.
I was diagnosed with breast cancer in the fall of 2013 at the fabulous age of 40, to go on to have 6 surgeries within a 3 year period which included the ubiquitous double mastectomy, chemo, radiation, oophorectomy, and blah, blah, blah.
Invasive Ductal Carcinoma;
grade 3 (most aggressive, 1 being least);
estrogen and progesterone positive;
cancerous lymph nodes detected and removed: 2
Most recently my life took another tough turn, yup divorce.
I don’t want to be defined by my cancer diagnosis but I want to share with people what I’ve been through and still going through in the my world of crappy breast cancer and life’s unwelcomed traumatic events to help others going through similar experiences. Our stories are our gold and they’re important to share for healing. Am I scared? Hell yes I’m scared! I think about cancer everyday – but I try to always have a positive outlook, embrace yesterday, today and tomorrow knowing that the universe has a way of taking care of things in it’s own time. Some days I feel like I’m living in an inescapable ‘twilight zone’ state, most days really but I’m good at being ‘fine’. Reality has been permanently warped for me so I just go with the flow. And I beg of you please don’t fuck with my flow!
Sarcasm is my best friend, especially when writing about #sexybreastcancer. If you want to start from the beginning my first post is called 5.1 centimeters, or if you want to hear how I discovered the cancer my second post is called you gotta be cool. Happy reading and I hope it helps someone out there 🙂