After reading the stories of others I get triggers that bring memories of certain traumatic experiences. When I was in High School, a guy I had met came to my house one night. My mother was not home. I never imagined what was about to happen. I let him in the door he backed me into my bedroom. He was a pretty big guy that had played football in school. He got on top on me and raped me. I fought and cried as I fell between the bed and the wall. The next morning I went to school with a black eye. The young man I was dating was enraged. He got some of his friends together to go find this guy. They didn’t find him. The next time I saw him was in the hospital I worked at, about 30 years later. I saw his name and asked a nurse to to take care of him. He had to return for another procedure. I prayed and went in to his room, the door was left open. He evidently didn’t recognize me, which I was thankful for. I felt I definitely was a stronger woman now.
Throughout my life I found myself in very vulnerable situations. I wanted to believe the best in people, especially men. I’m finally out of staying away from those situations. I tell my granddaughter and any young women to always stay in groups with girls, if boys are involved. I only hope that they heed my advice.