I bit down on my fingers to withstand the pain. I felt like I was falling down a never ending slope – like I was losing grip of reality.
One day in April 1997, a demon that had been chasing me finally caught up. It wasn’t shadowed and cloaked. Instead, it was open, smiling, and full… Read more “The demons of rape just never go away, do they?”
I hate it when people call me “brave” for surviving being raped. It’s been seven years since he took me to his dorm and after my saying… Read more “‘I am not a better person as a result of having been raped’”
I was once like Brock Turner was. A student with great potential. And a swimmer. Even at the young age I was, I was elegant in the… Read more “An open letter to: Brock Turner, Judge Aaron Persky and Brock’s victim”