[CN: rape, emotional abuse]
(“So thick you couldn’t see the building.” photo by Vicky TH via)
The conversation we had begun that afternoon did not finish until after nine at night. I felt spent and numb, yet somehow giddy. My throat was raw. When I stood up, I rocked unsteadily on my feet.
“What now?” my mother asked. “Shall we go get dinner? What do you usually do after these kinds of talks?”
I blinked at her and shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never actually told my mother about being raped before.”
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I am now going to tell you a story. That is, I am going to try. I suspect I will conceal more than I realize, and reveal more than I intend. Such is the nature of stories.
My mother would read the words I am about to write as violence. As betrayal.
She might not…
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