I’ve been in my feelings, lately. The case about Bill Cosby has me feeling some kind of way. Not because it’s Bill Cosby and not because of the allegations against him. I’d feel the same way if it were anyone else. Seeing and hearing, this story, almost everyday have begun to scrape at the edges of old wounds that I thought were forever covered, sealed and healed.
I was raped, in college.
It would be eight months before I was able to tell anyone about what happened. I believe my roommate knew that something had happened to me, but she never said anything to me. She was, however, more protective and inserted herself, in my life, in ways she had never done before. At the time, I wish she would have left me alone, but later I was Continue reading