I had never even seen a money belt before, so I was somewhat disappointed when my dad presented me with something that looked like a deflated, flesh-toned fanny pack. "This is it?" I asked. "It doesn't have to be pretty, it just has to keep your passport safe."
“'After Mass, I went up to her and told her that because she’d dressed immodestly, I had been unable to receive communion.' When Ray made his comment to me about the woman he’d seen in Mass, he didn’t explicitly say that it was a lesson for me. He didn’t have to."
"I have no idea why I was assigned to work in the art room when I was hired on as a staff member. I have no obvious talent for art, I didn’t request it, and as I was only 18, I didn’t yet look like I’d completely given up on life (I think)."
All I had were my words, and I didn't think anyone would ever believe me over my abuser. After all, it was my fault they did those things to me.
"This time the other boys call me a bitch and say I overreacted. I didn’t."