Pam's Story
Pam originally came from a rural are in Northern
Ireland, but moved to Belfast after the breakup of her marriage.
She has two daughters and is currently on income support.
"I worked for many years as a legal secretary in Dublin, but I
suffered physical and mental abuse throughout those years because
of my husband's alcohol problem. Eventually I packed my bags, took
my children and headed for Belfast, to get as far away from him
as possible. The family home was too crowded for us all to live
together, and after two years we were rehoused.
"I started doing some part time work as the £50 per week
benefit was not enough to keep us. But as a single mother on benefit,
I couldn't get credit to buy furniture, and I was at my wit's end.
Someone suggested St. Vincent de Paul, but my pride wouldn't let
me go to charity. I was brought up to believe that hard work was
the solution to everything.
"It was nearing Christmas, and in desperation I decided to put
my pride in my pocket and go to St. Vincent de Paul.
I was shaking with embarrassment and very upset at the prospect.
However, I was immediately put at my ease and dealt with in a very
sensitive and caring way. SVP provided me with essential items of
furniture for my house, and helped me to apply for a grant.
"Just before Christmas, a large hamper and presents
for my two girls arrived from the SVP, which really made a difference!
I was also able to buy good clothes at a low cost from the SVP thrift
shop."
"We survived great poverty and hardship. But without charitable
help I could not have got through it. I have a better outlook on
life now, and I feel at last I can see the light at the end of the
tunnel."
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Colleen's Story
Colleen's mother raised the family with little
or no help during the height of 'the Troubles'.
"My mother suffered mental and physical abuse for years, and although
I was only a child at the time, I knew what was going on. She raised
the five of us alone, on a North Belfast housing estate, and because
of our religion we suffered intimidation for many years. The Housing
Executive's solution was to put grilles on the windows to prevent
further attacks on the house, but this only added to our sense of
isolation.
"Eventually things got so bad we were rehoused, but the expense
of moving house led to a period of dreadful poverty. The Social
Services refused our applications for help, and my mother was reduced
to going through our neighbours' bins for food. We were all very
aware of the terrible struggle my mother had to provide for us,
and on occasions we would steal bread and butter from the local
shop. That was how hard it was.
"In sheer desperation my mother turned to St Vincent
de Paul, and they helped her out on many occasions. She wished she
could have been spared the indignity of approaching a charity, but
the SVP were so helpful and understanding, it took some of the sting
away.
"Throughout her troubles, my mother has never deprived us of her
love and total commitment, and that is something very precious,
something no-one can take away from us."

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