I don’t remember how many times this harm happened to me, whether it was harassment or rape, but those who did it were no fewer than fifteen people. They came from every degree of closeness, from those nearest to me to those furthest away
and these wounds began when I was five or six years old. Some of them still pass through my life to this day.
What I discovered recently, and there is something of a hidden grace in it, is that my soul protected itself in its own way
it disconnected from my body and my feelings