All My Fault: The true story of a sadistic father and a by Audrey Delaney

By Audrey Delaney

An account of a scared and harm little woman who controlled to confront her demons and reclaim her lifestyles.

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She was exactly the type of teacher all kids love. She was very child-orientated and I don’t ever remember her giving out to anyone. On their birthday, every student got a present. I distinctly remember the yellow, stretchy headband she gave me to keep my long blonde hair off my face. I kept that headband for years afterwards. I had a great time in that school despite what was happening to me at home. I managed to do all of my school work and I came to love reading and writing. I found maths pretty simple, so all in all, school was good.

It’s a boy! ’ I cried over and over as I danced around the room. Nobody in the house knew the significance of the baby being a boy. It took the responsibility off my shoulders. I could breathe again. The thunderous black cloud overhead disappeared but little did I know at the time that it wouldn’t stay away for long. Now I had two little baby brothers and I planned on being their second Mammy. I would tell them stories and play with them. Anything to keep them with me and safe at night. Once I was sure they were asleep and their door was shut, I would sooner make up an excuse to call Da into my room if it meant he would leave them alone.

At the same time, mine was red and boiling. I couldn’t wait to get out of the church. Ma always made us carry tissues up our sleeves, so on my way out, I took one and dipped it into the holy-water bowl. I dabbed my hot face with it, hoping that it might cool me down and also that it might wash away some of my shame and terror. Da just walked out of the church like nothing had happened. I think he must have enjoyed himself and that was all that mattered. I remember being tired a lot after school.

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