As I begin this post, It's been less than 24 hours since I published #whyIdidntreport. I've had a lot to think about. This evening as I did the dishes, it occurred to me that I missed one. 3. I was 18 and a cocktail waitress. My drink was spiked while I was working. I collapsed … Continue reading Part 2: #whyIdidntreport

I was 15 and invited a boy home when my parents were gone for the first time. We started kissing on my bed. He wanted to have sex. I didn't. He got pushy and I pushed back, sliding out from under him. He left, I called a friend. She didn't believe me. I called another … Continue reading #whyIdidntreport