We were humiliated at Huronia. In large groups, we were herded into the showers, naked. We were forced to wait in line, again naked, for our clothes and underwear. Other times we were forced to march around the playroom with our pants down. There was sexual abuse, too.
Many of us thought that we would die at Huronia, and be buried out behind the barn where the grave markers had no names, only numbers. It was as if we were imprisoned for a crime we did not commit – and that our only “crime” was having an intellectual disability.