“In 1990, my brother started speaking about his abuse; he had all kinds of conversations. Joke found out about it and she contacted us, but we couldn’t {face action} at the time. My mother was also completely devastated. I went to a psychologist from the Catholic Church twice with her {my mother}. There I saw and heard her cry so intensely, it still makes me emotional to this day. My brother disclosed his abuse and now I have to tell my mother too, I can’t do that. So I then kept it to myself for about another ten years; around 2003 { . . . }, I mentally collapsed {. . .} I was heartbroken; I was completely drained. I did recover a bit and life went on again. I said to myself, I have to process it {the abuse} before I go into my coffin, but I can’t do it until my mother has died. My mother passed away in 2010. By then she already had advanced dementia, but she knew and felt that something was going on {with me}. But we stopped talking to her about it; we didn’t want to do that to her anymore. Later I got in touch {again} with Joke and she actually wanted to know my brother’s story. Then at a certain point she said: “Sandra, what about you?” I then told my story and my brother sank further and further {in the couch}, he knew stuff had happened to me, but this . . . .”