I remember my first day of school. My mom hugged me, handed me my lunch, and began to cry. I didn’t understand why, and perhaps I won’t fully understand until I have children of my own, but by then I will have a very different reason to cry. 202 more words
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I’m a girl, a female identifying individual, a lady, a woman. And my rapist was the same.
Somehow, this negates the entire experience. I shouldn’t have nightmares about it, or refuse to partake in certain triggering activities, because it doesn’t matter. 277 more words