My home is St. Brelade. I have use of a small office in St. Helier No. 3/4.
I want to make a generic comment on child abuse, and my own experience.
I went to school by and large with the Christian Brothers. My first school was a small 4-8 year old school in the city centre.
I was born in 1955. My father was a baker in Limerick city centre and we lived in the City Centre. This was inner city in 1959/60. It was run by Limerick Corporation. It was not as bad as Frank Mc Court said in Angela's Ashes. However, the school was a horrible old building with open coal fires in the winter , lots of smoke and I remember the smell of wet and damp clothes, poor ventilation, steamed up windows and LICE in everyone's hair.
I was fine combed every night by my mother coming home. By and all, my schooling was a happy experience and I was never beaten. We were poor but those school days were happy. I had what I needed. I could not have what I wanted.
I moved to a much larger school in Limerick run by the Christian Brothers. Corporal punishment was the norm. I was beaten many times by teachers and was afraid to tell my parents. I probably deserved one or two as I was a questionner. I was, on rare occasions beaten, strapped and "knuckle ruled many times". That was normal in those days. When I go back to that gaunt old building now when I re-visit Limerick, I simply say those days are gone.
Secondary school was different. This was 1967 to 1972. It was by and large incident free. I had one geography teacher, Mr. X, who used to enjoy a few pints after a hard day at the classroom. He used to drive an old VW. One night, he drove through a set of red lights on the Ennis Road and whacked a school mate of mine with his car. Mr. X out out, picked up my friend, gave him another clout for walking through a red light. My friend had a broken elbow and a bruising. Mr X was never replaced or disciplined or dismissed. He was there for years afterwards/.
I had one experience with an adult molester. He was a not a teacher. I loved the river Shannon ( still do) and used to hang out there when I was a young lad, talk to the local fisherman, and so on.
This guy on a bike was always hovering. He asked to meet me one time to meet him down by the bank of the Shannon river to see and understand the tides. He only asked me. I was probably 14.
I turned up on my own. When I met him, it was on the quayside of the river in the city centre. He then suggested we move back and see the river from a higher perspective. This was an old "Grand House", long a local ruin, but a big site. As soon as we were out of site, he climbed up to the higher floors, I followed, he suddenly turned round, he hugged me and dropped me to the ground. I struggled and found a piece of stone/rock (thankfully) and hit him in the face. He let go and I ran.
That was the end of that. However, I was attacked and I used what force I had to. The guy hovered near the quay for a few days more and then disappeared.
Here is my point. I doubt any of this did me any harm. Maybe I am not qualified to judge. This has been my experience.