The Bruises on my Arms

My mind escaped my body when I was sexually assaulted. I spent years finding my way back.

Photo by Marcos Paulo Prado on Unsplash

When I got raped, my brain ran away, slipped out the back door. Such a petulant thing, the mind, it analyzed the situation and was like Nope, I’m not having this. Bye losers. It’s for the best because I don’t know if I could have survived if I had experienced the assault…