Yeah. He has done a number of interviews about it in the past.
This is from wiki:
At the age of six, he was raped by a neighbour. This continued to occur over a three-year period until, at the age of nine, Dignam sought help from his best friendās brother, a man in his twenties. During the meeting with his best friendās brother, Dignam explained his situation and he was then raped by this man as well. Dignam later suggested his drug addiction may have resulted from the psychological trauma caused by these events.[1]
I recall an interview where he said for a long time hed to grapple with whether he encouraged the rape. Said because there were so many kids but he got picked out, he perversely felt special which was something he really struggled to contend with later in life.
going to annoy the shite out of him from tomorrow till Sunday to get him out for a pint or a 00 Guinness with 2 other close mates,
A corkman who lived in Derry
A Derry man who lives in Cork
All buddies going back 40 plus years.
Cunt of a time for him and his girlās
When I read your post this morning I rang him immediately.
He was up on a roof,back at it already,no joy about meeting us Sunday,
His grandson needs minding ( say theyāre keeping him busy)
But as long as he knows ppl care
Thatās it ,and in truth heās his priorities right,
But like us all after losing loved ones we forget about ourselves.
Itād good for him to get out with us and look back at the mad times we had
Hopefully I put a chink in his armour,
An ol sneaky thought about meeting up,
U know this place is decent
Tomorrow we lay our beautiful aunt to rest after a long battle with cancer. She is only 10 years older than me and was always like the big sister I never had.
Iām stating the obvious here I know talking about cancer and itās merciless non discriminatory selection of who it hits. Itās horrible and itās frightening. Iām trying to figure this shit out in my head and Iāll probably never will.
My aunt was a lady, kind, caring, unassuming and generous. She worked hard for everything she ever had. She had a great faith and regularly attended novenas, especially around times of intentions she held or wished for.
Throughout her illness she bore unknown pain with a smile, briefly asking at times for privacy when she found company far too much to bear. Only her husband would know fully the journey she took.
I spoke with her last 5 weeks ago on the phone and I got lulled into a sense of hope that she might rally once more. She would make time for all of us nephews/nieces to chat with her. So we had our own network between us of who rang last and whoād chat next.But last week the candle wick in her began to dim until finally she took her last breath during this week. I donāt know if I mentioned this on here before about her. I never felt an urgency I guess. I have great pride in my warrior aunty. But I feel totally blindsided and robbed at the moment. Kinda selfish I know.
We brought her home yesterday to her pride and joy of her home. There was tears and sometimes laughter, and while the house was full, we all feel empty. And if I feel robbed now, I cannot imagine how her husband and kids will feel when the dust settles.
star boy
going to annoy the shite out of him from tomorrow till Sunday to get him out for a pint or a 00 Guinness with 2 other close mates,