I inquire as the health and well-being of my perp, Robert J. Gibson, periodically. I did so last month to the Victim Assistance Coordinator for the Diocese of Scranton. Admittedly, the email to Joan Holmes was pretty sarcastic. I asked the question "Is the monster still alive?". I did edit out the adjective I used initially. As is… Continue reading Something is not quite right
There has been a flurry of emails in the past couple of weeks from some of my classmates at Notre Dame. My blog was discovered by a friend from NDHS class of '78 and she has been spreading the word. I alluded to her email a few posts ago. She thought that she may have been… Continue reading NDHS Class of ’78
I spoke recently with someone who contacted me through the kind offices of another blogger. The person wishing to speak to me was concerned about sending a comment to this blog and having it automatically post on the internet with their personal information available to anyone who may be reading the blog. It took some… Continue reading Contact Policy and Information
The business model is reflective of the Catholic Hierarchy, but it is not very Christian in its practice
Over time, Gibson became much more controlling and aggressive. He was less likely to "soften" me up with alcohol and much more forward when he had the opportunity to get me alone. His initial caring words and expressions of god's love and understanding that what we were doing was good and right and part of… Continue reading Threats and intimidation
I knew something was wrong. I was supposed to spend the night at the rectory. The reason for the stay has long ago left my mind. Instead of getting on the East Stroudsburg School District bus in front of Notre Dame that would take me to East Stroudsburg High School to allow me to transfer to… Continue reading First descent into hell
At some point it stops being about God, doesn’t it?
Thirty-five years later and I still have moments of terror. He had shown up in my life while I was in college and caused me to panic, the flight instinct kicking in and sending me into a spiral. He was always there in the back of my head and in the forefront of my… Continue reading Fear and Doubt
I have been corresponding with the Bishop of Scranton. The exchange has been frustrating, infuriating and absolutely exhausting. I firmly believe that words are important, that words have meaning. If you have read anything I have written in the previous 39 posts I have put in this blog, it should be of no surprise to… Continue reading Correspondence with the Bishop
Reasons of Health? Is that what they call it at the Chancery when a priest has been accused of and admitted to molesting and raping children?