I met him when I was 11, he was my summer camp counselor, he was 23. I adored him like an older brother and we stayed in touch after camp and hung out every once in awhile. He would take me to movies or the arcade. He had a girlfriend so my mom suppressed the uneasy feeling she had about us hanging out. Then I got my first boyfriend. I was 13. I told my camp counselor that I was nervous to kiss my new boyfriend. That's when he told me I could kiss him for practice and that we could have sex for practice too. He tried. I cried. I never saw him again.
This is where our faith for your Freedom comes. We are in an incredible climate, where women are bravely sharing their stories publicly, in hopes of holding their predator accountable and also to offer solidarity to the next person.
However. The fact is. Many people, women and men, don't want to tell the world what happened to them, so to not have those who love them reel from pain and devastation. Grandparents, parents, brothers, sisters, children. And for others, out of fear of their own communities ostracizing them, blaming them, shaming them, and for some, fear of far more violent repercussions. "Voice" will be where we finally get to share our stories - Anonymously. Anonymity is 100% ok, dear friend. You sharing YOUR story, is for your freedom - and truly, for many of those who read it.
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