I have never spoken the words out loud nor ever typed them and still have trouble even admitting to myself that it happened.  Denial is a much easier place to be.
I was violently gang raped.
Other than my therapist not a soul knows.  And they never will.  Thank god for him is all I can say.  Thank god he believes me and hasn’t run in the opposite direction from all the revolting things I’ve said and am.