3 Reasons Why Sexual Assault Survivors Don’t Tell

3 Reasons Why Sexual Assault Survivors Don’t Tell

  I remember looking in the mirror and thinking, wow girl that mix of cherry and grape Kool-Aid really looks good in my hair this time! How many ladies remember dying your hair with Kool-Aid back in the day? You couldn’t tell me anything. But then the phone rang, and then the doorbell rang and then HE entered my house. I still remember that camouflage army jacket he wore with those black horn-rimmed glasses and those beady little eyes that said so much without him saying a word. Within a matter of minutes, my innocence was taken at the hands of the man my mother was seeing at the time who was attempting to groom me for human sex trafficking. A piece of me died. That 14-year old happy, vibrant, outgoing little girl was left in the basement of my house, left to try and make some sense of what has just happened to her… Fast forward 10 years to that night in November. As I arrived that evening, I was met at the front door of my apartment building by a masked gunman who pointed a pistol at me and demanded my purse. He marched me to a wooded area behind the apartment building, walked around, stood in front of me and put the gun to my forehead. I can still feel the cold steel on my forehead from time to time—when the gun was placed right in the center of my forehead. I begged and pleaded for my life, but what happened next I would never wish on my worst enemy. I clearly remember his chilling last...