In the late 1950s, the Roman Catholic Hospital of Our Dear Lady
Mother of in Eindhoven was hell for Petra Jorissen. The reason had a
name: sister Johanetty. “We will break that little will of yours, break
it,” she would squeal, as she forced the remains of a meal Jorissen had
just thrown up back down her throat.
Jorissen, now a 59-year-old journalist, recalled how the sister would also come to her room at night. “When I heard the squeaking of her lacquered men’s shoes I immediately knew it was her,” Jorissen said. “Only after she had come to my bed would she turn on her flashlight. By then, she had always carefully closed the curtains surrounding it.” The sister would then fondle her genitals.
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Jorissen, now a 59-year-old journalist, recalled how the sister would also come to her room at night. “When I heard the squeaking of her lacquered men’s shoes I immediately knew it was her,” Jorissen said. “Only after she had come to my bed would she turn on her flashlight. By then, she had always carefully closed the curtains surrounding it.” The sister would then fondle her genitals.
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