The Sixth Assault
The summer I am 21 years old, I stand in my parents’ kitchen with the lights down. My mother is … Continue reading The Sixth Assault
My Other Grandfather
My father’s father was made of different stuff. I never knew him as Grandpa because he died the year I … Continue reading My Other Grandfather
Grandpa
That autumn I was 20, my grandfather died. A few months earlier, he had been diagnosed with cancer. He avoided … Continue reading Grandpa
Aquaphobia in the Aftermath
The British and Americans have been drowning women for centuries. Officially, the method for this punishment was the ducking stool, … Continue reading Aquaphobia in the Aftermath
The Fifth Assault
One of the first things I learned in my study of trauma was that violence itself isn’t what traumatizes. It’s … Continue reading The Fifth Assault
Aftermath at 20
I was not someone who got sexually assaulted, so I had not been assaulted. Simple as that. We all do … Continue reading Aftermath at 20
The Fourth Assault
I really believed the worst of it was behind me. I would graduate from college in less than two years, … Continue reading The Fourth Assault
