He threw a $20. bill and spit as he left.





When I was 16, I was planning to meet friends at a concert. My friends were in the band. I didn't have the car that night so it was arranged that the recording studio technician where they had just recorded their album would pick me up.

His father owned the studio in Philadelphia. He came to pick me up in suburban Philadelphia and violently raped me on the floor. He threw a $20. bill and spit as he left. I had screamed loudly during the attack and while sobbing I got up and got my head together. 

When my mother came home she didn't suspect a thing. She wondered why I didn't go out. She bought my "Didn't feel like it". I have always thought that it was all my fault and I somehow deserved it.

This is the first time I am sharing this story. I am crying. Thank you. 

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