The "R Word"
Trigger Warning: This post contains graphic detail and mature content that some may find distressing. They say, write the thing you are most afraid to write ...... well, here I go- this is the story I never wanted to tell, the story I still have such vivid nightmares about. You would think with all I have already told, how could my heart hold still darker truths untold. The reality is, very few people know the worst of my life story. It doesn't even end with this heartbreaking tale. I dare say there'll be a lot who will ask why, why now, after all these years, dredge up so much pain but me, I live with this affliction shackled to my very being, every day of my life. This one night has haunted me for over 11 years but I rarely speak of it. The shame is suffocating, though try as I might, I can never understand why I feel it. I did nothing to deserve what they did to me. Other than my mother, brother and the doctors who treated me, until now, the only other