Cistercian Monk Child Abuse and Trafficking on Caldey Island
I saw this powerful story from Kevin on Pat Mills excellent blog on child abuse Pat Mills blog  .
Caldey Island Monks have carried out child abuse on an industrial scale. At present they refuse to acknowledge or apologise for their abuse of children. Furthermore they trafficked children to other men for abuse on the island.
Caldey Island is a small island off the south west coast of Wales.
Calday is 1 and half miles long and 1 mile in width at its widest. It has an area of 538 acres and its highest elevation is 197 feet.
Caldey Island Cistercian Monks
Kevin tells his story of being abused by monks on and off Caldey Island…
The year 1968
At 6 years old we lived in a rural village called Tregroes. Tregroes was about 20 miles from the market town of Carmarthen. I lived there with my family, my mam and dad, also a younger brother and sister as well as an older brother and sister.
I loved Tregroes as it was the first home we stayed longest in. I loved playing in the woods and the stream with my youngest siblings. We would help the local farmers bringing in the harvest.
We, the youngest siblings, went to Tregroes primary school. It was a Welsh speaking school and it felt bit alien to us. My home life was us spending as much time as we could out playing as we feared my dad as he was a horrible man, and would beat us for any reason, so avoiding him was our quest. We knew he had spent time in prison, but we still don’t know why.
My mam kept us clean and fed and we ran in for jam butties and out we go in any weather. Our mam never stopped dad from beating us, maybe she feared him. My dad never worked as he would not take orders from anyone, so we lived a poor life and dad relied on handouts from social services.
I never knew until 2021 I was under the court of protection and social services. Social services introduced my parents to the local Catholic priest whose parish was in a small town a few miles away from us. The Priest started to give my parents food, second clothes, toys and cash.
We young ones started to go to his church every Saturday for Bible lessons and Sundays for Confession and Mass. The Priest was very keen to get me to be an Altar boy, so he decided to send my parents, my youngest siblings and me for a free holiday on Caldey Island.
They became lifelong friends with Father Thaddeus (Thad) and Father Charles (C). I know that my parents left me with the Monks for a few months. I don’t have much memory of staying on Caldey, only the private garden in the Abbey ground where I played, and my memories have been hidden in a dark part of my brain which is probably best.
I remember Father C taking me home from Caldey Island.
When I got home, I made my way upstairs to my bedroom and saw that my brother’s bed was taken out into my sister’s bedroom. I also saw a bolt on the inside of my room at the top of the door.
I wouldn’t dare question it.
Before supper Father C said grace, and off we went to bed as that was the routine in our house. The one thing I missed while on Caldey was my bed. At some time during the night, I got woken up by someone getting into my bed, I soon realized it was Father C.
He started to touch me in my groin area and then he started to rape me even though I did not know at the time what he was doing. I screamed and cried for my dad and mam, but no one came to rescue me.
The following morning, I woke up alone in my bed, I got dressed and went downstairs, everyone was acting normal except my dad took me to another room, pulling down my pants and put some sort of cream on my private bits. I know that my parents left me with the Monks for a few months. He did not say a single word to me.
After breakfast Father C wanted us to do confession with him. When it got to my turn he just spoke sexually and upset me.
Father C went back to his parish on the Sussex/Surrey boarders. My parents arranged for my 2 youngest siblings and myself to go back with Father C to spend some time with him there.So, in time Father C came and picked us up and took us back to his parish.
Father C Parish
I was scared to go but had no choice. When we arrived there, we were treated well and Father Charles did not abuse me, which I was glad of.
He did bath the three of us. Father C, over the holiday, took me to see other priests and Bishops in different parishes. I knew then that he was showing them his prize, me.
Father C took us back home and again he raped me in my own bed.
The next day he went back to his Parish. Now I was living in a world I did not understand. A few weeks later Father Charles turned up and this time he had Father Thad with him. That night Father C was in my bed again. God knows where Father Tadd slept that night, but I had my fears.
For the next 4-5 years Father Charles would abuse me at my home and now was taking me back to his Parish where priests and Bishops gang raped me. It was a terrifying time and the only escape I had was to go into fantasy world where my mind mode would protect me from the horrors. It lasted for hours or days.
I remember the room I slept in and I used to look out the window at what I thought then were Christmas trees, I also watched the birds as they were an escape, too. I also saw another boy there once as I went to the toilet. Around same age and blond hair wearing white Y fronts, we looked at each other and knew what we were there for.
Most mornings I woke up naked and there’d be underpants on the bed. Father C or someone else used to come in with breakfast and a tablet and it seemed like days turned into nights, I had no notion of time, as the skies darkened, my fear would start, and I just watched the door handle, knowing any minute someone would come get me.
When the evening got darker, I would be taken into a living room were there’d be up to a dozen priests and bishops waiting for me. I’d be given another tablet and some sweet drink (mead) then a bishop or priest would go to the back of me and take my underwear off and then I would just go into safe mode.
At the age of 9
When I became an altar boy in my Parish, I was given a free holiday to Caldey Island, and I was going without any family members. When I first saw Caldey Island from the boat from Tenby it looked like paradise, the long beach loads of children playing and having fun. I felt very happy now and away from Father C etc and I settled in that night struggling to sleep from excitement.
The following day after early prayers we went down to the main beach, and we were put in groups and played games. A Monk came over and said to me he was a friend of my parents, and I did recognize him as Father Thadd.
He gave me some chocolate that the Monks made on Caldey. It was a real and very rare treat. Father Thadd starting taking me away from my group of children. We spent lots of times over the week just sitting in the sand dunes, eating chocolate and Father Thadd stroking my hair and kissing top of my head. I felt a love from him that I was not getting at home. Even though he never said much, I grew fond of him.
The week went fast and soon I was on the beach waiting for the Tenby boat to arrive to take me home. Father Thadd hugged me, gave me loads of chocolate to take home. I felt a sadness in my heart as Father Thadd disappeared from view.
Arriving back home I told everyone about my holiday and Father Thadd and shared my chocolates which were gladly received, but I was now back into the clutches of Father C.
I spent more time away from home than I was at home even the neighbours remember that today and remembering Father C’s car been at our house.
Our Parish priest soon told me that I would be going back to Caldey Island the following year for two weeks this time and my youngest sister would be going with me. I could not wait till that day arrived as it was not just escaping Father C and his evil friends but meeting Father Thadd who I loved so much.
At the age of 10
We arrived on Caldey Island and Father Thadd was waiting for me. He hugged me and said hello to my sister. I told him I like to see him the next day. Father Tadd came down to see me on the beach next day, waving chocolates and taken up to the sand dunes.
Eating the chocolates sitting on Father Thadd’s knees he started to grope me between my legs and kissing me wildly on the lips, I was so scared and upset that he was no different than Father Charles. Every day now he came and dragged me away, while our carers and the Nuns watched and did nothing to stop it.
Now I was taken to the old ruins where other monks were there waiting. Father Thadd gave me Mead and sat down on what I have always called an Altar stone where he groped and masturbated over me. The other monks also masturbated over me.
Now I hated Father Thadd and Caldey Island.
Every day he took me to the ruins, I used to stare at old bottles while I was being abused, nothing else I could do. Nowhere to run and hide, I felt like trapped and often thought I would try to swim back to Tenby, but I would have not survived the crossing.
Each day I cried coming back to the beach, but no one cared, my sister would run up to me and we’d hug, she had been raped by Father Tadd. I knew then what this so-called Holy Island was.
What I saw on the beach was industrial abuse of children dragged away into dark damp caves to be raped, the ruins and the woods by not only monks and priest but men coming onto the island as it was a safe haven for them to abuse and rape children as young as three years old. When we left Caldey I never wanted to go back there. I hated everything about it.
Our lives now will never be the same.
In my Parish church before Mass, I went to confession and told the priest that horrible things had happened to me on Caldey and I felt disgusted with my body. I did not mention my sister was raped and I glad I had not told him for the following reasons.
When I went into the vestry to change into my Altar boy gowns the priest took me to one side and told me if I ever mention anything about Caldey Island and the Monks, three things will happen to me.
God would turn his back on me.
The devil would come and take me either from under the bed or through the mirror at night.
A severed hand would come through the letter box climb up the stairs onto my bed and strangle me.
The nightmares I had were terrifying and still today I will not have a letter box in my front door even though I know i be ok, it’s my mind mode.
At 11 years old
My parents and the Parish priest made me return to Caldey Island. I cried and did not want to go back but again I had no choice, I was living in fear.
My youngest brother came with me. Arriving on Caldey it was not long before Father Thadd came looking for me and wanted to take my brother with him. But I would go with Father Thadd instead as I did not want him to start on my brother. My brother remembers this and what Father C was doing to me.
Again, Father Thadd would take me to the ruins, and it all started again abusing me with others watching on the Altar stone. This time I started to think that they would kill me as how could they hide this abuse from being discovered? And maybe this explained a mystery I had about an incident that happened that week on Caldey.
One dark evening my carer found me outside our accommodation with Father Thadd leaning over me. I had suffered a fractured skull and was taken to hospital. I still carry that scar. I do remember waking up in hospital with my parents by my side.
I did not return to Caldey. What happened is always been on my mind.
Firstly, We were not allowed out at nights in the accommodation on Caldey. Father Thadd was also not allowed out at nights as their bedtime was 8pm.
Secondly, I was told by my parents that I was running away and hit my head. Who and why was I running away from when I should be asleep in my bed?
Thirdly, I have written and searched for my history of this and there is no record of it anywhere. It has been well hidden. My parents never talked about it and would not let me discuss it. I still think that Father Thadd was involved and that he caused me my injury.
Social Services and Court of Protection
When I was three years old, we siblings were abandoned at home by my mother as my father was in prison. We survived two days before our neighbour heard our cries and came to rescue us. But I do remember eating Bonio dog biscuits from the cupboard and back then it was food.
Because of this we were put into a Council children’s home for a short period. I know now that we were under the Court of Protection, and Social Services till I was 12 years old. We were put back with our mam and dad when he came out of prison.I never knew this until 2021 when I got my records.
The Court of Protection and Social Services totally failed me. Allowing me and my sister a life no better than hell itself.
Home life 1969-1973
Since the first visit to Caldey Island and meeting Father C and then Father Thadd, I was no longer a happy, smiling, blond-haired boy.
I become a recluse in my world, a loner both at home and school.
Because of this I was bullied at school and had no friends, but I did have Tom the Action Man. I told Tom about my abuse and buried him so he keeps my secret, and my problems would go away. My problems never went away, but Tom kept my secret and I still know where he is buried today.
Father Thadd wrote to me a few times telling me about our special place, I kept one of them all my life close to me for I knew one day I will tell the world about it.
After my last visit to Caldey I made a choice to get away from the abuse from Father C and his Friends, and Father Thad. I ran away to Swansea, and I knew my eldest brother had left home at 15 to get away from our dad. I begged him if I could stay there, I never told him why and he probably thought it was because of dad.
I stayed a while but his partner at that time made me feel bit uneasy, so I spent most time outside apart from school. For some reason that I never found out was my parents decided to move to a part of Swansea called Port Tennant. My father came to fetch me home.
Back living with my parents and my younger siblings, it was not too bad until I heard that Father C was coming down to visit us. I thought no way I was going to be his special boy anymore. So, I decided when he would turn up, I would disappear and not come back until he gone. I knew my father would beat me bad but rather that than Father C abusing me. It was a no-win situation, but the slipper was the only option.
My youngest sister was my spy, bringing me bits of food and letting me know when Father C went home. Every time Father C came down, I disappeared to the point my father gave up beating me as it started to make no difference to me.
My father developed cancer and within a year he died from it. I did not cry for him and when he was buried a small bit of peace came over me. I did not know at this time that my mum was a secret drinker, hooked on communion wine. She started to get violent, and the drinking increased, it got so bad spending money on wine that the food cupboards were becoming empty. The only meals we had were school dinners and I made best mates with the dinner lady as she always gave me extra on my plate.
She asked me one day why I was always hungry, and I told her my mam does not feed us as she is an alcoholic. I did not know at that time the dinner lady went and told the headmaster who contacted Social Services and they went to see my mam and laid down the law. When I got home after school, I opened the front door, and everything went dark.
I was found by my sister on Kilvey Hill in Swansea near to death.
My mum paid a bad gang of lads to attack me and ram tablets down my throat and leave me to die on Kilvey Hill. I spent time in hospital recovering and the police came and told me they know who done it and my mam paid them by giving them her Benefit book. The police wanted me to make a statement about it all so they could arrest my mum. I refused because in my heart I could not do that to her for many reasons including I don’t know what drove her to drink, but I suspected it was my dad and the priests.
I decided never to go back home. I started to live on the street called Wine Steet in Swansea which was quite a rough area. I became good friends with what I called ladies of the night. I knew what they were doing there but it never bothered me. There were drunks and druggies there, but I was under the protection of the ladies of the night. No man would dare come near me.
I still went to Cefn Hengoed school and there was my daily food intake. During weekends and holidays, I would have some food from the ladies and a lot of the times I’d go up to the Smith’s crisps factory as they gave me out of date crisps etc to take back with me. There was always kindness if you looked for it. Free laundrette and keeping myself clean.
My youngest sister came to be with me for a while and my youngest brother went to live with my eldest sister. My sister stayed with me a couple of weeks then she was picked up as a vulnerable person and taken to a children’s home. Young boys were not seen as vulnerable persons in those days.
When I was old enough, I decided to go back to the countryside as the other option was going to be a life of pinching and robbing food and possible prison. I regret never saying goodbye to the ladies of the night, but I know in my heart that if I did, I would not leave. I will be grateful to them forever and I will never forget them.
Back to countryside.
When I arrived back to be near Tregroes living in a small caravan but was very happy as it was my home, my sanctuary. I got a job straight away as a labour in the building trade. I felt sad sometimes as I afraid of getting too close to girls so would back shy away.
On November 4th, 1983, I met Carol who I fell in love with and got married in 1991. Carol always knew that I had a bad upbringing as I’d just say my dad was nasty. Carol also knew that I had tried to kill myself due to many bad dreams and the pressure of life at that time. We have been together for almost 40 years and Carol has always been there through my hard times.
My coming out about my abuse.
I had been waiting for decades for someone to come forward about the abuse on Caldey Island. When they did, they got ignored by the police, so I had enough of living these lies to hide the truth of this horrible abuse of children on Caldey Island. I sat Carol down and told her and she said she knew my problems were not just my dad.
I then went to my GP and got the help I needed so badly for so many decades. Just before Christmas 2018 I told my family. They knew there were things not right at home during my childhood.
Dyfed Powys Police. [year]?
I then approached my local MP to make contact with the police who stated that they were not going to open a investigation on my historic abuse on Caldey Island. So, I decided to investigate the abuse of just not me, but what I had witnessed on Caldey Island. I went back to the police with my MP with 80 pages of evidence and made them do an investigation into my abuse etc.
I made a film in which I went back to Caldey for the first time in nearly 50 years, I ran into the ruins of the Abbey and there it was, the Altar stone still there after 50 years. I was shocked and horrified. I told the BBC filming crew that I entered the ruins this day as a young boy but left as a man.
In 2019 I made a 6-hour police video evidence of my abuse by Monks on Caldey Island and Father C and his friends gang raping me for years. But during this time the police were planning to try to discredit me by getting a proven corrupt police officer and his family to make false allegations. They treated Carol and me horribly / disgustingly, and with harassment and intimidation.
But thank God 3 top British lawyers came on board to help us and it was to be free as they knew what I was doing about Caldey etc was right and the police soon left me alone.
Even though I told them that Father Thad had raped my sister, they ignored it. I know now the police have totally ignored victims and witnesses. I explained that a man I known all my life, in same Parish as me, went to Caldey Island as a child on retreat same period as me. He was woken one night by Father Thadd trying to pull him out of bed, but he made so much noise that Father Thadd took the boy in the next bed because he was timid. So, it also proves that Father Thadd was actively abusing children at night.
After this man saw my programme, he went and gave a statement to the police and has never heard back from them and as far as he knows the police have never searched for that other boy / victim.
I have now over 30 victims due mostly to our campaign, all of them have been rejected by the police. How many victims have died from drugs etc and suicide because of the lack of safeguarding when they needed to be protected?
The police have a safeguarding monk on Caldey who is a retired police officer . Well, that’s not independent safeguarding. The police are failing in their duty to safeguard children staying and visiting Caldey Island. I asked the new Chief Constable to come on board with us. Also I asked him what does he see when he closes his eyes at night, because what I see is the children’s eyes as they been dragged away to be raped / abused. He never replied to me.
After collecting over five thousand signatures for a Public Inquiry into historic abuse on Caldey Island after 3 times it was put to their committee, even though a public inquiry was carried out on the Catholic Church they would not include Caldey Island.
I have since discovered that 2 MPs lived at some point on Caldey and also a serving police officer also lived on Caldey in late fifties. There is no way that he not heard about the abuse, coppers nose?
We started this campaign back in 2019 mostly due to the failures of the authorities to act on Caldey. Since the beginning many more survivors have come on board and their stories of horrific abuse and the failing of the police. The campaign, even though delayed by Covid, is gathering speed, millions of people are aware of the failures and everyone I chat to will never go back or go to Caldey.
September 2022 I decided to go back to Caldey on my own to film in secret the new evidence that has come to light. I was in disguise and thankfully no one recognized me, the Island was bare of tourists which proves what I was told in the summer that our campaign is having an effect on tourists visiting Caldey.
I will never give up; we are the voices of the victims including my sister.
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The more they try to hide from us, the harder we shall seek.
The more they try to bury the truth, the deeper we will dig.
The more they try to blind us, the truth we will see.
The more they try to bully us, the stronger we will become.
Please share and write to your MP, to write to the Welsh Assembly and also Dyfed Powys Police and ask why are they refusing to do a full-on investigation and safeguarding children who visit or stay on Caldey Island.
Timeline - Caldey Island
1968 Calday Island Father Charles raping children
2001 Oct 24 BBC Monks get internet shopping habit 
2017 Nov 18 Guardian Revealed: monk who abused children on 'crime free' Caldey Island for decades 
2017 Nov 18 BBC Dyfed-Powys Police confirm Caldey Island sex abuse reports 
2017 Nov 20 BBC Victim's 'regret' over Caldey Island monk abuse 
2017 Nov 20 BBC Caldey Island abuse victim speaks out about monk 
2017 Nov 21 BBC Caldey Island sexual abuse independent inquiry call 
2017 Nov 21 BBC The story behind Caldey Island 
2017 Dec 7 BBC Caldey Island: Victim's call to remove abuse monk's body 
2018 Feb 9 BBC Caldey Island: First male victim urges others to come forward 
2018 Aug 10 BBC Caldey Island: 20 people claim monk abused them as children 
2019 Kevin made a 6-hour police interview video of evidence, and gave 80 pages of evidence to Dyfed-Powys police 
2019 BBC filming crew with Kevin on Calday 
2022 Jun 30 Pat Mills blog Kevin O’Connell Caldey Island - Cistercian Monks 
2022 Sept Kevin went back to Caldey Island and made a video 
2022 Sept 20 Pat Mills blog Kevin O’Connell Caldey Island Survivor of Monks 
2022 Sept 29 you tube Kevin O’Connell We Are Not Alone 
2022 Sept 30 Pat Mills blog Kevin O’Connell Caldey Island The Island of Tears 
2022 Sept 30 you tube Kevin O’Connell Caldey Island The Island of Tears [14a]
2022 Oct 5 ya basta Caldey Island – Kevin O’Connell 
2022 Oct 6 ya basta Caldey Island - 2 Videos https://yabasta1.wordpress.com/2022/10/06/caldey-island-2-videos/ 
 Caldey Island Survivors website https://www.caldeyislandsurvivors.org/
 Caldey Island Survivors Email CaldeyIslandSurvivors@protonmail.com
 Caldey Island Facebook caldeyislandsurvivors
 2022 Sept 20 Pat Mills Caldey Island Survivor of Monks https://patmills.wordpress.com/2022/09/20/caldey-island-survivor-of-monks/
 Pat Mills blog https://patmills.wordpress.com/
 2017 Nov 18 Guardian Revealed: monk who abused children on 'crime free' Caldey Island for decades https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2017/nov/18/revealed-monk-who-abused-children-on-free-caldey-island-for-decades Father Thaddeus Kotik. Abbot Robert O’Brien knew.
 2017 Nov 21 BBC The story behind Caldey Island https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-south-west-wales-42067125
 2017 Nov 20 BBC Victim's 'regret' over Caldey Island monk abuse https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-south-west-wales-42054009
 2017 Nov 18 BBC Dyfed-Powys Police confirm Caldey Island sex abuse reports https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-south-west-wales-42039793
 2017 Nov 21 BBC Caldey Island sexual abuse independent inquiry call https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-south-west-wales-42062649
 2017 Nov 20 BBC Caldey Island abuse victim speaks out about monk https://www.bbc.com/news/av/uk-wales-42056150
 2022 Jun 30 Pat Mills blog Caldey Island - Cistercian Monks https://patmills.wordpress.com/2022/06/30/guest-blog-caldey-island-cistercian-monks/
 2021 Dec 1 BBC Caldey Island: Historical child sex abuse claims re-investigated https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-59479131
 2022 Sept 30 Pat Mills blog Caldey Island The Island of Tears https://patmills.wordpress.com/2022/09/30/caldey-island-the-island-of-tears/
[14a] 2022 Sept 30 you tube Kevin O’Connell Caldey Island The Island of Tears
 You Tube Channel Kevin O’Connell https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCJsf5dDqzDbyfxqWMoOY5Xw
 2022 Sept 29 you tube Kevin O’Connell We Are Not Alone
 wikipedia Cistercians https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cistercians
 2001 Oct 24 BBC Monks get internet shopping habit http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/wales/1617469.stm
 2022 Oct 5 yabasta Caldey Island – Kevin O’Connell https://yabasta1.wordpress.com/2022/10/05/caldey-island-kevin-oconnell/
 2018 Feb 9 BBC Caldey Island: First male victim urges others to come forward https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-south-west-wales-42922339
 2018 Aug 10 BBC Caldey Island: 20 people claim monk abused them as children https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-45084979
 2017 Dec 7 BBC Caldey Island: Victim's call to remove abuse monk's body https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-south-west-wales-42257053
[22c] 2022 Oct 5 Odysee "Charlotte" describes the devastating impact of Caldey Island abuse https://odysee.com/@FoxesAmazingChannel:8/Firefox-20221005-1903162:5 [no transcript]
 2022 Jun 17 RISE WITH BNT 75 John Bowe/jab damaged | BLM | Raped by Priests, Kevin's Story | BlackRock https://brandnewtube.com/watch/my8OAMUiZ9Kah9T starts at 53 mins
[23c] 2022 Jun 17 RISE WITH BNT 75 Raped by Priests - Sonia Poulton Interviews Kevin O'Connell and Dina Mulholland https://odysee.com/@FoxesAmazingChannel:8/rapedbypriests:b
 2022 Oct 6 ya basta Caldey Island - 2 Videos https://yabasta1.wordpress.com/2022/10/06/caldey-island-2-videos/
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