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MissInterpreted
2009
Faculty of Arts and Letters

I was repeatedly sexually abused, raped and molested as a child. Two months ago one of my rapists died. I went to his funeral, and listened to all the "good" this person did in those last years. A couple weeks ago another of my molesters died after a long and very painful ending. It's been about five years since I willingly let anyone near me. Three years ago I was raped again. Their deaths have brought back to life every touch and whisper. Trust seems to be so easy for everyone else. I want to graduate and go into the world knowing what that feels like. On the other hand, I don't see the point in it. It seems too random, and dangerous. Too much left to chance.

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