The feeling of disgrace was so great when I had to face my family and friends that there was no doubt in my mind the disgrace was real. It was so bad that it made me leave the home that I loved and all my family and friends to go to a strange place to live with an aunt that I hadn't seen in years.
After they removed one ovary, one f-tube and 8 inches of small intestine, I would never be a whole woman again. At the time I hated the doctor that worked for hours to save my life and only wished he had left me to die. If I had died there would be no dishonor and no disgrace.
I did not provoke my attacker in any way that I know of. I was just walking down the street dressed in loose fitting jeans and loose fitting tee shirt. I had been to the beach most of the day and probably smelled bad.




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