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I WISH I’d had a Choice

I was raped when I was 17 years old. I had a baby when I was 18 years old. My baby died when I was 19 years old. I cannot recall the color of the sky when I woke up the morning I was raped, or what I did in the hours leading up to the assault. I think of it in terms of Before and After, and I’m caught right in between the two. Instead, I remember this: a boy from school who I thought was a friend. I invited him over to my house for a movie. His hand skimmed up my leg. When I asked him to stop, all he said was, “I don’t want to.” I thought if I got up it would diffuse the tension and surely he wouldn’t follow me in my own house. I went to the kitchen to get some water. I remember this: Him pressing up behind me against the Read more [...]