This is an absolutely horrific book.
Shannon O’ Leary grew up in Australia during the 1960’s. She lived with her mum, brothers and dad. Patrick O’ Leary has a split personality disorder, is abusive towards his family and a killer. Shannon O’ Leary watched him kill women on more than one occasion.
I truly admire her mother, for eventually leaving her husband and also forever trying to protect her children, give them a normal childhood and stay working too.
The Blood on My Hands is an excellent memoir. You have to wonder how these events were allowed to happen and why Patrick O’ Leary was never arrested.
The resilience of this family is astounding.