ST Picks: The shame, the terror and the trauma that lingers

I was five when I first encountered the sexual predator. Every evening, when it was still bright, Papoo Uncle rode his tricycle down the road in front of my home. A counter filled with sweets, biscuits and toys was mounted upon the tricycle.

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