@Dimity It is complicated re files. The Catholic files were burned in a fire in a hall ... in an area which had an enquiry into institutional sexual abuse. Hmmmm.
I did visit one of my father's old hospitals, and was shown his file by a doctor when I was about 18. My brother had visited them first and said they would be happy to see me too. I still appreciate that doctor's care and concern. He knew our father's death mattered to us as kids. In his file, it said he had been raped, and then all the St Vincent's Orphanage stuff came out. Pretty sure it was true.
Sadly it was the only conversation we had about our father's death, so now, I have considered that my mother's family had more to do with our leaving Melbourne, eventual homelessness and abandonment, than I realised for many years. Their behaviours were not worthy of being thought of as a loving family., though my grandparents did their best. It was a big family. I foolishly over idealised them til the last 10 years. I have put enough parts of the jigsaw together, and developed some theory of mind, to see beneath their superficiality treating me as poor relation with jeering etc, and their ambitions. Its put me off achievement for its own sake.
I have another reconciliation issue which for decades I hoped would resolve in time, but have given up on. She was a 5th child who was not abandoned. We all gave her as much love as we could. We knew the absence. She was very lucky, but sadly also very selfish. I was stunned by it, as I really loved her, taught her piano, she came every weekend to my house to give mum a break. She got too many overseas trips too. Funny. My mother got more breaks than I did as a mum. The legacy of suicide is massive. idk. Never expected it all.
I travelled once and value its opening of my mind and eyes to worldwide culture and the environment, but my little sister and daughter became addicted to travel and rejected me. It was all very gradual and unexpected.