I’d like to share my stories with you, and create awareness on abuse, trauma, and how it molded me through my childhood to my adulthood. It’s dark and it’s scary, but it’s true. My name is Ribb and thank you for giving me this opportunity.
When you’re a child, you’re told to respect your elders, but what do you do when your elders don’t respect you? I grew up in one of the rougher Scarborough neighbourhoods where people got robbed, shot, stabbed and beat up regularly. My elementary school was in the heart of this neighbourhood, and the kids were tough so the teachers had to be tougher... or at least they tried.