Who is going to believe

I’ve been molested & raped so many times, I’ve lost count. It began at 4 & now I’m 28. I’ve never went to the police because of fear. Fear of being blame. Fear of not being believed. Fear of the questions. Fear of the stigma. Fear of my attackers. I already blame myself. I’m haunted […]

A Very Bad Year

It only struck me recently that it all happened in the space of one academic year. Less, even, but I cannot remember the exact dates. Why would I want to? I had finally escaped the place my counsellors and therapists had been telling me to leave for years. I had finally moved away. Things were […]