Infested and bloodstained - but it is his home
His one-room rental flat is just like any other. Situated on the fifth floor, there is the familiar narrow corridor and the smell of stale air from poor ventilation.
As he stood there by the doorway, shirtless, I peered over his shoulders into his flat – and was stunned by what I saw. If you did not know better, you would think that the patterns on the walls of his flat were decorative drawings from wallpapers. But they are not.
S'poreans dying away from home
It doesn't hit home until you're standing there, eyes fixed on the old man of 87-years old. He is no longer cognisant of his surroundings, I am told. His ability to register familiar faces and places is no longer as keen as before. He can barely recognise his own son who is standing beside me at the side of his bed on the day we paid him a visit.
The silence of sexual assault survivors
Note:The terms 'victim' and 'survivor' have been used interchangeably in the article, although 'survivor' is preferred, as a term of empowerment.
Imagine you are a survivor of a crime: The more outrageous the crime, the angrier you would be; you would quickly tell your friends and family for support, and report it to the police to seek protection and redress - and this would all be very likely - unless the crime is sexual assault.
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