Torturous Memories Of St Clothilde's

A Memory of Lechlade on Thames.

I have horrendous memories of my time at St Clothilde School, from 1979-1986. My contemporaries were lovely, but the nuns were warped, and seemed to delight in public humiliation, and denial of the real world's existence. I had a truly horrific experience in their hands, I think because I was branded dyslexic and victimised for it. For seven years I was made to stand up in front of the whole school every Friday for not attaining sufficient grades in every subject, I put them in the same category as the paedophile Catholic priests, I hope they all rot in hell.
It was a lovely building though, steeped in history, and I remember with fondness Mr Peacock the caretaker, the only man on the premises, who was ridiculed for having unusual looks having been gassed in the war.