the rape is all i think about. i’m a wilderness therapy instructor, i should be able to get over this. but i cannot. all i think about is the rape.
and now i’m in Lander, WY, waiting to embark on a 94 day semester in the wilderness with NOLS and all i can think about is the rape. how i’m uncomfortable to be in my own skin again. how i’m uncomfortable around other males, even though i know fairly well because frankly that’s how the rape(s) went.
it’s not even the fact that my body was violated. it was the fact that i wasn’t respected was the biggest deal. and now, now i just feel unheard. all of this talking and i don’t feel like anybody.
