Years ago, I was sexually assaulted. I only told a few very close friends and eventually even my mother. But I spared telling my late father thinking, he would never be able to hear about this. My thoughts were, the women in my life, they could hear this and they would get it. The men in my life, those who loved me and would protect me against anything, I didnβt want to put them through even knowing about this. But seeing how our news repeatedly keeps bringing this subject up, Iβm inclined to write something here. This is hard for me. To say this out loud in a public forum is to say that this epidemic needs to be talked about more. Thank you to my friends and other women and men who have spoken out. I honestly was not going to say anything but I thought a little more about it. This happened to me. I rarely think about it, probably because my mind is protecting me. If my dad was alive today, it would be one of the hardest things I would tell him about. But I think Iβd have to. Itβs a reality we live in but it needs to stop. This drawing is me on a NYC block as I sat crying and in shock. Ugh... #metoo.Β












