Content warning: This story includes descriptions of child abuse, sexual assault, self-harm and disordered eating that may be distressing to some readers/listeners.
I sat on the edge of the gutter in the dark of the evening. Apart from the occasional car, the streets were empty, dimly lit with street lights.
I felt numb.
Completely numb.
What was going on? I couldn't make sense of what was happening or why I'd find myself in situations like this, again and again and again.
All I wanted was a normal life.
I was free from the constraints of my childhood, able to live an adult life of freedom – or so I thought. But somehow, I kept finding myself in impossible situations where nothing made sense. All that seemed to swirl around my numb head was confusion. Confusion and endless questions.
Why was I sitting here in a gutter, having just been raped?