These past days have been emotional for me. I was going to write about something totally different but couldn’t.
Many people have come forward to share their stories of rape and molestation. This has left me drained-too drained to think.
These women have had to bear years of self-loathing and stigmatization that has shaped their lives and relationships.
I was close to getting raped a couple of times and I know how long it took me to move on. I still get flashbacks in my head of those very vulnerable moments of my life.
No one deserves to feel like that.
A mentally balanced being becomes plagued with a lot of ‘what ifs’ and ‘I could haves’ because of another person’s indiscretion.
A dash to the mini mart around the corner fast becomes one of the most regrettable moments of `a young girl’s life. Danger lurked in the dark pathway back to her house in the guise of three jobless men who felt she was ripe for the taking.
