The Would Be Assault …. Foiled

6th grade.  I barely understood my body and what was happening to it.  I barely understood myself as a person, as a woman, as a voice in the world.  I was always a quiet, shy kid who observed life, watched others and formed my own opinions.  I was incredibly independent in that I loved being outside playing with friends until my mom would call me in for dinner.  I always told my parents where I was going and who I was going with … it came naturally for me … I never gave them any pushback about it.

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