For the longest time I thought I hadn’t been affected, thought about how “lucky” (oh, what a grim choice of words) I was to never have been raped, to never have been sexually assaulted. Not really anyways, I told myself.

But then I remembered. Not in the vein of some recovered memories, but more along the lines of shadowy whispers recounting the minutiae of the multifarious horrors that I had enacted on me by men solely because I am a woman.