Sometimes things hurt so much they stop hurting. A dull and present ache. A pain you didn’t know existed but eventually, it seeps into your skin, becomes a part of you. A pain waiting to be discovered.
I can’t help but wonder how many other girls may have been victimised by my rapist? Maybe I could have made a difference by ensuring it never happened to another if I had reported it? They always say, Hindsight is 20/20.