Child-on-Child Sexual Assault: Healing Old Wounds

I’d ask myself, “What is wrong with you?” And I wished I could say, “Nothing is wrong.” But I knew better.

“You’re quite the puzzle,” my doctor said as I sat quietly on the exam table in her office. She scanned my extensive lab results, which I’d stapled together according to date. I swallowed hard, my throat burning, knowing I would leave yet another specialist with no answers. “Everything looks normal to me. Nothing is wrong.”

Nothing is wrong.

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