I wanted to express my feelings back then, but also the shame and disgrace that society and the courts SHOULD feel with how little they care about women who have been assaulted. I was 19. It did just about do me in, but there was DNA and eventually I testified. 4 of us did. There were others who couldnt bring themselves to do so. it helped, but for the 4 of us, he was sentenced to 3 1/2 years and got out early for good behavior. Of course, he raped again, and went back to jail, but thats little solace to the young women who suffered because he was let out.
And just last night, a friend told me that I shouldnt allow myself to go back to painful memories to write. Its exhausting and emotional. I often cry as I write. I said that, only through that trip down the rabbit hole of time, can I do my best work. The pieces with honest, raw emotion are always the pieces that are loved the most.
But this time, I think I may have finally been able to shed that demon through writing this.
Thanks again. I know you didnt need me to write a novel in response. 🥰