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Michael Power-St. Joseph High School
105 Eringate DriveEtobicoke,
ON M9C 3Z7
From: Carmen Portugal, Grade 13 Student

September 25, 1996

Regarding: Deceptive Conduct, Breach of Confidentiality, and Harassment by School Chaplain

Dear Principal Fenwick,I am writing this letter to formally report a deeply distressing incident involving the school chaplain, Sister Marie Howorth, and my guidance counselor. This situation was handled with complete deception, violated my privacy, and has caused me such severe psychological harm that I no longer feel safe at school. Recently, I published a poem in the school newspaper honoring Jane, a former student who passed away suddenly of an illness in the 1980s. I wrote this piece out of genuine admiration for her memory and a desire to celebrate a bright light in our school’s history. On September 25, 1995, Sister Marie Howorth had me summoned directly out of my classroom for an unsolicited meeting. When I asked her what the meeting was about, she dismissed my question, saying, “Oh, just something.” In light of what followed, this response was a deliberate deception. I was misled into her office under false pretenses. As soon as the meeting began, Sister Marie Howorth immediately attacked my character, telling me, “You know you wear a mask.” She did not explain to me what she meant by this statement, leaving me to feel judged, confused, and defensive before she even explained why I was there. This unprovoked, highly damaging psychological label had an immediate negative impact on me.She then proceeded to ambush me with my private family history. She did not tell me how she knew this information until I asked, at which point she revealed it was my guidance counselor who told her. Sister Marie Howorth looked at me and asked directly: “Carmen, you wrote in your poem that Jane’s death was sudden. Now Carmen, your father died, was that sudden?”This question was unconscionably cruel and a profound violation of my emotional safety. f To hear those words from a school chaplain—someone representing spiritual care and the authority of God—felt like a clinical cross-examination and a predatory ambush. It was a complete violation of my boundaries to have my private childhood history dragged into the light without my permission, stripped of context, and used against me like an interrogation tactic.The question was cruel because it reduced my genuine artistic inspiration and admiration for Jane into a cheap, traumatic stereotype. By forcing a jarring, completely false comparison between Jane’s tragic death and my own past, Sister Marie Howorth attempted to rewrite my reality. She completely invalidated my real intentions, treating my talent not as a gift, but as a symptom of damage. She used my father’s history as a weapon to dissect my mind, rather than treating me with basic human decency.When I tried to explain my poem, Sister Marie Howorth refused to listen. At one point, I got so upset by her aggressive tone that I told her I was sorry I ever wrote the poem. Sister Marie Howorth saw my acute distress, yet she completely ignored my pain and continued to ask me prodding questions in regard to why I noticed Jane, saying, “What made you notice Jane? There must have been something that made you notice her.”There was absolutely no excuse for Sister Marie Howorth to treat me this way. If she had a concern with me, or if someone else on staff did, this was entirely the wrong way to address it. Here is why:She chose deception over transparency: If a chaplain is genuinely concerned about a student’s emotional well-being, they approach them with honesty. Sneaking me out of class under false pretenses and hiding how she obtained my private records destroyed any possibility of pastoral trust. She substituted counseling with an interrogation: True care requires listening. Instead of asking me how I was doing, she came to the meeting with a preconceived verdict. She tried to force my life into her own narrative, completely ignoring my actual thoughts and experiences. She weaponized a student’s distress: When a student becomes so visibly upset that they regret their own creative work, a responsible educator stops. Continuing to probe and press a student who is in acute distress is not guidance; it is psychological harassment.This interaction has caused me severe harm in the following ways:Severe Loss of Safety: I am writing to tell you directly that as a result of this incident, I do not feel safe at school. I now feel constantly watched, evaluated based on gossip, and unsafe walking the hallways.Deception and Emotional Distress: Being summoned out of class under a lie, immediately told I “wear a mask” without explanation, and then interrogated while visibly upset was a traumatic experience. Sister Marie Howorth chose to press into my boundaries rather than offer pastoral care.

Breach of Confidentiality: My guidance counselor had no ethical right to share my personal family file with the chaplain, and Sister Marie Howorth had no right to weaponize that information to ambush me

Censorship of My Voice: Because of this invasive behavior, I feel I must completely stop contributing to the school newspaper or expressing myself creatively just to protect myself from the staff.

Sister Marie Howorth’s approach was an interrogation that violated my rights as an 18-year-old student. I request an immediate formal meeting with you to address this breach of safety, hold the counselor accountable for sharing my file, and ensure Sister Marie Howorth is instructed to never approach me again.

Sincerely, Carmen Portugal Grade 13

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Mother took me to the veterinarian on the day it was closed. I was put on the table and strapped down nu de. The veterinarian Dr. Hannah Cutler, examined my co ck and balls and chatted with Mother. Then one of the technicians walked in, her name is Nikki. I was shocked to see that she was there. She examined me too. Then they talked about circumcising me as Nikki pulled and tugged on my foreskin and said all that nasty foreskin needs to be pruned. Nikki said I had a huge frenulum which would be utilized today but that really it should be excoriated with a hot cauterizing needle.

Then Dr. Cutler brought in a huge needle and put a microchip in it about the size of a grain of rice but a little bigger because it had a protruding ring or edge around the center of the capsule like maybe it was sealed there.

I mentioned that it had a big ridge on it and Nikki said, “Like your big ridge as she slipped her finger down my ball sac following the protruding raphe ridge. “I think this should be trimmed too,” she added as she pinched my raphe ridge. While pinching the ridge between her fingers, she wiggled my ball sac back and forth and she said. “This sac looks like it should be pruned too.” I was moaning from the pain of her sharp finger nails. Nikki said that my balls sac was excessive and must be reduced and tightened.

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Dr. Cutler waved a wand over my co ck and it located the microchip and it read out on her computer screen. The chip had been programmed with my name, address, phone number, date of birth, date of chipping, and other details such as my height, weight, the measurements of my co ck and that I was intact. It listed my Mother as my owner, and listed my behavior as Oppositional Defiant Disorder (ODD), compulsive m*********** and said that circumcision was authorized. They examined my co ck and balls again and Dr. Cutler said the best place for a microchip would be in my balls. She finally released the clamp and cleaned up my throbbing fremulum while my erect co ck wobbled about.

Now I am chipped like a dog. My frenulum healed up after being chipped but I always feel the microchip. I feel the chip inside my co ck all the time. When we go to the veterinarian Mother makes me take my pants down so the technicians can see how my chip scans. I’ve had four different technicians scan my co ck and giggle in amazement at how I am chipped. They say that all boys should be implanted with a microchip ID.

They read the data and see that it says that I am a defiant boy and the one technician said she has some discipline methods to straighten me out. Another technician said I should just be neutered or de-balled because that solves behavior problems in the animals. Nikki added that emasculating me would get rid of the excessive ball sac and would solve that problem too. Nikki said she is eager to de-ball me and that she has castrated lots of dogs. Mother said I’d better behave or shell have Nikki fix my problem. Nikki said she is ready to do that anytime.