I wouldn't still be alive if it wasn't for sociotherapy.

I was born 1961 in Kayonza District, Eastern Province. We were ten children, three girls and seven boys. My family was rich and we had a good life when I was young. What I liked about my childhood was conversing with my parents and siblings while we were together at home. My mother loved me and I loved her. The first violence I experienced was in 1973. People came to my school and selected Tutsi pupils to be killed. After killing some of the students they threw them into a hole. I managed to escape by running and hiding in the bush. Because of the harassment, I stopped going to school and stayed at home. In 1988, I got married to my first husband and was happy during that marriage, even though my husband had forced me to marry him. When the genocide happened, we had four children together. During the genocide, my husband and children were killed, which made me a widow. The genocide came totally unexpectedly. It was beyond my imagination that the Interahamwe could cut and kill so many. All of my siblings as well as my parents were killed. I do not know where they threw their bodies. The most shocking thing for me was that my mother was killed by the beating from the Interahamwe who were brought to my mother by one of my sisters-in-law. That sister-in-law was Hutu. She is now imprisoned for the crimes she committed during the genocide. When the genocide started, I took refuge with my husband and children in the Catholic Church in Nyamata. Two days later, they were killed there by the Interahamwe. The one child I carried on my back was taken from me and thrown by the killers against the wall of the church and died. I had blood all over my body, but I survived. Before I left the church to go where I thought I could find refuge, I covered the child with the clothes I had on. After I left the church, I made my way towards Kay-umba. On my way I met four men who raped me and threw me down near the street. After they had gone I continued my way and I met two more men who also violated me. I recognized the men as Twa (a minority ethnic group in Rwanda). I continued my way and another man raped …