The abuse began when he was seven.
He among other young children kept the abuse quiet by the priests and brothers working and living near the Marist Brothers Primary School he attended in Fiji.
The sexual abuse happened so repeatedly the children thought it was normal.
“[There] were two main ones that would do it to us regularly. Almost like a daily thing,” the victim, who wishes to remain anonymous, told 1 NEWS.
The brothers along with priests who lived near or worked at the school lured the children into their homes with treats.
“While we’re playing around in the school compound they would call us. They’ve got these lollies in their hands, orange and chocolates.
“They call us and tell us you don’t tell anybody because we’re gonna have to share it and so we keep quiet,” he says.
The priests and brothers of the Catholic church were untouchable, held up among the local residents as “messengers of God”.
They were so revered the young victim was too afraid to tell his father about what was happening to him.
“If I went and told my Dad I’d get a hiding.
“So, we kept it quiet and then it went on over and over and over again so we accepted it as normal.”
For this victim, the abuse he says started in primary school.
“Because we lived nearby we got used to the priests and the brothers. It’s like first when we get sick, we’d go to the sick bay and then one of these brothers usually comes and sits us on his lap and starts fondling us.”
Children from poor families were easy targets for the priests and brothers who used sweet treats to get them to step inside their homes, he alleges.
“Then they take us into their room and then they have a shower and come out without their towel, naked and they undress themselves and start fondling us.”
For eight years this young victim says he was sexually abused.
“For me there was two [abusers] particularly.”
He says the pair would regularly abuse the children at the school.
Sometimes the abuse would occur near their church.
“After school we’d walk down to the church, the Sacred Heart in town and the priests would call us, they know which ones to get. They resided behind the church so they’d start fondling us there.”
The alleged prolific sexual abuse wasn’t questioned by the children, he says.
“Because of what happened to us we thought it was normal.”
It wasn’t until three or four years ago, now an adult, that this victim of abuse realised what had happened to him under the care of the priests and brothers.
He began opening up to friends about his own experience and through those conversations others began to tell him stories of similar abuse.
Hearing the horrific stories from others, he wanted to speak out, but the trauma from the abuse stopped others from agreeing to have their stories shared publicly.
Most hadn’t been able to tell their families.
“If you share your story out in public you’re walking down the road and everyone’s going to start pointing their finger at you.”