Beautiful concise and clear written article.
Trigger Warning: Discussion of rape/victim blaming experiences
Fourteen years ago, I was raped.
It was late fall, 2001. I was in the first semester of my 9th grade year in high school, 14 years old. My parents had just gotten divorced, and I’d recently transferred to a new school district for a fresh start and to escape the familial bullying I’d endured for years at my old school. I was walking to my local Boys and Girls Club branch after school when some kids invited me over to their house for a few minutes. It was on the way to my destination, and I was really excited that these kids – older than me – wanted to hang out with me. In my naiveté, I was flattered and excited that I – a freshman, new transfer, and kind of nerdy kid – was being invited to hang out with…
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