With knowledge that 1 out of 6 women in the United States will be sexually assaulted in her lifetime, for many, the inevitability of this experience feels less about if it will happen and more about when.
I was 19 when I was raped, targeted by a man more than a decade my senior. I was a tourist 600 miles from home and across the border in Montreal, Quebec. I was an inexperienced and infrequent drinker, too trusting of strangers. I was plied with liquor and separated from my friends by a congenial bartender named Frank*, whom we’d met the first night of our vacation.
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