When the #metoo movement swept through social media, I scrolled through every post, hungry for the stories and the hope of recovery, of a better future. I felt so validated. I felt the shame melting away, for the things I’d done because I was backed into a corner, because it seemed like the only way forward. I felt more at peace with having such conflicting emotions surrounding my time in Hef’s world. So much of my intuition had told me, This is not good. This is not okay. But I’d ignored it, second-guessed it. I never trusted that inner voice. But she’d been right the whole time.
