Wow, where do I start? In 1985 when I was 22, I was raped and assaulted with a knife and almost killed in my apartment, by a stranger. I escaped my perpetrator before he could cut my throat. It was every bit what you would see on a lifetime movie. He was caught, tried and…
Dread, shame and guilt at every annual worthiness interview from my teenage years beginning in the early 1980s into adulthood for masturbation. The interview didn’t even need to be particularly invasive because the Mormon socialization which shames this behavior is so predominate, the mere interview itself brings the heavy weight of that social condemnation to…