Okay my first impression of the new bishop. Reserved, at least at this meeting. At the start I asked for him to pray for someone I have been visiting and who wants to die and who’s doctor suggested he kill himself. Heavy beginning.

Then we were supposed to get into the body of the meeting. Again, I began and told the new bishop about my molestation at the hands of a priest. I suspect, but do not know, that the molestation revelation did change the tenor of the meeting. At this meeting was the bishop, the vicar for clergy, the vicar general and yours truly. I am aware that the old bishop did lie about me to the vicar general. I suspect that the vicar for priests had also been privy to untruths about me.

I also gave the bishop an inexhaustive list of some of the betrayals I’ve experienced in/with priests and/or bishops. That in itself is sad and should not happen. Just once I would like to be supported by the diocese and I told him that. We talked about my tattoos which is really acceptable cutting. We talked about Grief to Grace and how it was paramount in giving me understanding of how I sometimes react to some situations and why I am a spendthrift. (It doesn’t effect people the same except for the inability to trust others. We all have that.) When he asked how long I have been at my current assignment. My response to him was; since 2013, I’m being punished and I don’t know why. The other two priests didn’t say much of anything.

The bishop was cordial, not cold, not warm, cordial. I suspect he was lied to also.