When I was 19 years old, I was abducted at gun point by a stranger – forced into a car and raped. It was many many years ago and raped as I felt the gun against my temple. The car was impounded and dusted for fingerprints. Finally, I was able to pick the rapist out of a line up ~ a visual line up and also a verbal one. The men in the line up said words that were said to me that night. I thought I was ok. I thought no one would know. I thought I could go to work the next day. I was wrong. Now, 40 years later, I am just beginning to see the truth. People labeled me. People pitied me. People talked about behind my back. I thought I was ok but my husband said it changed me – I don’t really know how. All I wanted was to be with him after it happened and have a family and we did I wanted to be the best wife and mom to prove to myself that I survived and I was ok. My 3 adult children are all loving and compassionate and successful ~ I never told them ~ until recently. My husband told my oldest years ago ~ It’s been hard. I found out my little sister was 13 at the time and she “found out” about what happened to me on the school bus. That devastated me!
— Jan, age 60