All we needed was my dad’s permission and a bunch of paperwork, and I could be on his health insurance, live with him senior year, and most importantly, cut down on or completely eliminate contact with my dad.
Abuse is what happened to children left alone with evil stepfathers. Abuse wasn’t pushing your little brother’s hands away, again and again, until you finally just froze up and zoned out and let it happen.
I’m a human being that deals with mental illness in self-destructive ways, not a bunch of orifices for you to poke because you think my reckless treatment of my body somehow cancels out my autonomy over it.
Peers, take note: If you’re planning to steal over $400 from your friend, know thy privacy settings. When suing my best friend didn’t make her pay me back, tracking her social media and telling her dad got me payment in full.
I spent the next 48 hours not sure what would be the more troublesome result -- that I had in fact been drugged, or that I had not, and therefore had to deal with this mind-blowing sex deal for what it was.
My story is about what I went through, trying and failing to protect her and the tragic inaction by police, social workers and the family court system that created a nightmare I never thought we’d escape.
I shivered on the table as she, this total stranger who was about to examine my vagina, condemned and disparaged my most private battle. I was already laid bare, literally, making me feel enormously vulnerable and awkward.