I don’t know how I got them. That using it would make concrete what I didn’t want to acknowledge, what I refused to absorb. “Rape” happened in dark alleys, at knifepoint or with fists, not in a dorm with a classmate who kept you tethered only with angry words. Was what happened rape or an unpleasant encounter from which I could have, should have, run away? But for years, I’ve struggled with the guilt of the moment I didn’t run away.

Source: Huffington Post March 21, 2018 09:45 UTC