Content warning/Trigger warning: rape, sexual assault
What he did to me, I did not even call it rape. The way it played out… how I acted… what I said… how my body responded… No. I did not call it rape. I called it — Unfortunate. Upsetting. Uncomfortable. Not rape. My body had no bruises or scars. My vocal chords were not strained or hoarse from screaming for help. None of that. It happened to me though.
I did not speak of the rape until 10 years after it happened. No one knew. That confusing, foggy, mangled trauma was trapped in my brain and body. I thank God for the sexual assault and domestic violence shelter I received counseling from. They shone a light on the dreadful darkness within my soul.
Now, I will not be silent. What happened to me was rape. I am a survivor.