At the age of 19, I was raped. For 17 years, I kept it a secret, only telling a select few, until last year when I decided to write about it in my autobiography. The details of the incident are discussed in my book, but to me are inconsequential. The bigger issue for me is why I remained silent. Why…
She was 8. He was 42. Her innocence and purity was untainted. She trusted him. He knew that. He was calculated. Cunning. Manipulative. A psychopath who exploited that trust and abused it in the worst possible way. On a random night, he consciously chose to poke, prod and pry open her innocence, taking from her what was pure and using…