Everywhere I go, I meet people who were raped by their fathers. This has been happening to me for many years. Why? Because it’s just that common? Because I’m willing to talk about it? And that makes others willing to talk about it? It scares me, it confuses me, it freaks me out, it comforts me. I don’t know. It’s everywhere. I find allies everywhere I g…
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