After Rape…

Today is 19 years since the one rape I know the date of. I was 19. It was brutal. I will never forget the pain of my vagina being torn and ripped, of his weight on top me, of his hands around my throat, of struggling for breath, of being terrified for my life. And…

Reclaiming the body

It always felt to me that my abuse had been etched into my bones. That the shame and terror of it had crawled into the cells of my skin, saturated my blood, and written it's secrets not just in my mind; but in the organs, the joints and the deep tissues of my body. It…