…courageously told through the eyes of SURVIVORS.
My name is Renate and at this moment I’m 37 years old. I want to share my mom’s story with you and what it does to someone’s life and that of others.
I was 7 when my dad died because of cancer and my mother became a widow. When I was a teenager she told me of the things that happened to her when she was young. I think she wanted to warn me, that there a men out there you can’t trust. But when I heard her story I couldn’t believe there were men that could be trusted anymore.
I was born into a very good and loving family in 1964. I’m the 2nd eldest of five siblings and since there’s only a year or so in between all five of us, we grew up together and were very close and can say that we had a super childhood. My father worked very hard to support the family and my mother was a housewife but they always managed to find the time to help us grow and shared a lot of quality time with all of us. Winter was all picnics and family hikes when not at school and we were lucky enough to have a little Summer house In St. Paul’s Bay were the Summers were spent swimming almost all day.
Whether anonymously, by name or privately to Nathan, you’re welcome to share. A listening ear is always here.
