At the age of twelve my, father and grandparents deposited me at Mount Saint Canice, one of the Magdalene Laundries. I was there for four years. The laundry was run as a commercial business by order of the Good Shepherd Nuns in Hobart, Tasmania. There were a number of such institutions in Australia, as well as in other parts of the world. Up to this time, my grandparents had raised me. They were aging and unwell, and I had developed emotional problems. They asked my father to place me in a boarding school. My father lied to them and me about where I was going. He was an irresponsible alcoholic.