Telling the Story If I had told my story publicly at the time, here is what I would have wanted to say: I blocked things out, I hid things, I was ingratiating towards him, I didn’t behave in any of the ways a “good victim” is supposed to behave. I don’t remember a lot. A lot of the details I have laid out here I omitted at various points along the way. But I remember his hands around my neck. I remember him causing me pain. I remember saying no and trying to resist and that not being enough. And that, despite all my other lapses in memory and faults in my character, I know for sure.
