Content Notice: This story contains references to Child Abuse, Sexual Assualt, Domestic Abuse, and Divorce.
I am a sexual assault survivor.
At age 14, I was assaulted by multiple perpetrators. I managed to hide my physical injuries from my family for many years. I knew that my home was a space where there was a lot of confusion. My parents were wonderful people and I don’t blame them. However, my father drank too much, too often, and my mother tried very hard not to cause the unpredictability that would inevitably follow if my father had too much to drink. I knew my parents would be ashamed and that, at that time, they wouldn’t really have the ability to handle any type of search for justice. At 17, my younger sister passed away from a brief illness. A few months later, I gave birth to my first child. I married my son’s father knowing that he was addicted to drugs, just to get out of the house. We separated three months after getting married and divorced not long after.