This is my story. I am sharing to encourage those who may need support to trust their voice and to honor their own story. I want help others extract the thorns of shame, express their truths so that they too, may step fully into themselves.
So I built a really big shield. A shield of shy. A shield of aloof. A shield of not speaking my feelings, my words, my truth. Because the things I saw and felt and heard were were not what a young girl was meant to think and feel and hear.
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.