I do not blame my parents--they were loving. Like all families we had our issues but they were there. The priest made me scared and I had fear I would be taken away. My father in years later asked after having coffee with his cronies and hearing one father speak of abuse in the church asked me. It happened one day when I was driving my father back from dialysis--out of nowhere he asked if I knew this family and he told me what the family learned years later after two of the sons lived very turbulent lives--alcohol, divorce and times of rescuing one son from possible suicide. They were altar boys and my father asked did anything happen to me. I was taken back and did not really answer. He just said, if I ever wanted to talk he was there. Sadly, when I began to face the abuse he had passed. And just three months ago when my Mom was passing and two aid said she kept saying months before her passing I need to help Kevin, some terrible things happened to him. I believe my father may have said something to her. I truly believe they did not believe or think I was being hurt when I was a child, I hid out of fear but I do believe in their last years they had fears and concerns they did not see what happened. My Mom was non responsive for 13 days without food and I finally told her the night before she passed that she could go, I would be alright I have wonderful support (and you all are part of it) and I was in support groups and therapy. The next morning after fighting she passed. So I do not blame my parents--they were there--good and bad times. The abuser groomed me to hide what was happening.