The Other Conversation We Need to Have About Sexual Assault

He arrived home for Thanksgiving break. This was the first time our son was back since he left for his freshman year of college in August. He walked into the house and slowly looked around, as if in shock to be seeing his childhood home after a decade away. My heart soared, yet for a few moments, he was like a mirage that shimmers in the distance of a desert – wondrous to see, but an entity that you are not entirely certain is actually there.

After hugs, for both the humans and pets in the h...