I underwent a Catholic education in England, and the child abuse was just as rife on this side of the Irish Sea. What makes it particularly abominable is that the victims were told that it would be sinful to tell anyone about the abuse they had suffered. Some of teh younger boys were so confused by the attention shown them that they probably didn't register it as abuse until they became adults.
For myself, I remember feeling envious of one fat boy in my class who got 'special attention' and rewards of sweets for allowing a priest to fondle him. The same priest who was meant to be the great arbiter of morality.
There are far too many people whose adult lives have been ruined by the cynical exploitation of evil pederasts like him, and by the shameful refusal of the Catholic church to countenance the enormities being committed by its own priests and monks.
The worst abuser I knew is now long dead, but the chill hand of Father Isidore probably reaches far beyond the grave.