Note: I have with consideration, deliberately kept vivid descriptions to only the essentials to illustrate my points here. However, ignoring the truth serves no one and doing so, makes us complicit.
Twice in my life, once as an adult, I had the misfortune of being in situations which I was unable to stop. Two men, decided that what they wanted to do, was more important than my not wanting them to. I do not need to delve into the details of either, but my history, as does that of many who have had a similar experience, impacts my life today.
And yet, even allowing for the flashbacks, the fear of being outside alone, panic attacks, hyper vigilance, self blame, shame, and absolute need for trust in my partner; dying a little inside when he, as an activist also mentions the word rape, because I know that there are things…
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