‘Mom, I need to tell you something.’ I said, ‘I’ve been raped.’ The minute I said it, my mom gasped then walked out of the house. There’s a sliding door there, and she just left. Then I have just flashes of memories. At some point, she was back and my father was there. Again, I don’t really have linear memories of this. But the first thing my father said to me was, ‘What were you wearing?’ I just screamed, ‘Does it matter?!’
