My first two and a half years after I when to collage about four people saw the inside of my apartment. I could barely tolerate having anyone in my apartment for an hour much less allowing someone to touch me. I got off easy all things considered, only probing questions like “Are you sure you’re keeping the law of chastity? Are you dating? Are you sure you aren’t dating?” even that left me shaken and filled with self loathing and terror. Thank fuck I had the good sense to never “confess” being molested when I was 12. I think being interrogated, like so so many of us have been, would truly have broken me.