Despite my abusive home life I still had a bright hopeful future and nothing, I thought, could destroy that or take away my dreams for a wonderful life as a fashion designer. Domestic abuse is a soul destroyer so I ran a way from home to board in a hostel run by nuns, nice sweet little Italian nuns. Tthese were not what they seemed. They'd been taken in as girls by those that went before them, deceived, groomed and brainwashed and had become predators for God, seeking out and grooming others for the same fate that they had suffered in the secret cloisters of the Church. They stole me from my family and my country, they detained me in Rome for seven years and finally, when they thought they'd destroyed my spirit and had turned me into one of them, they sent me home to Australia to prey on other girls...but I ran away from the convent, from the Church and from God.
I am an ex nun. I am a visual artist. I love reading. writing, music, my garden and my animals, especially cats. I live alone. I trust very few people and I am a recluse.