1974.
Riding home in the pizza shop owner’s truck after work.
Having a friendly chat.
He turns down a side road.
Unzips, exposes himself, and tries to coerce me into pleasuring him.
Shocked and disgusted
I open the door and walk away.
And quit the job.
And tell no one.
Because who would believe me?
I’m just a kid.
And he’s a “respected” business owner.
1975.
The cutest guy in my class asks me out.
We date for a few weeks.
We’re partying in the back of his van.
Making out.
He forces me to take care of his “needs”.
I tell no one.
Because it’s my word against his.
1976.
I’m at a party.
I drink some beer.
Did someone put a drug in my drink?
I go into the bathroom and collapse on the floor.
When I come to, a guy is on top of me.
I’m powerless.
I tell no one.
Because there’s no proof.
I’d been drinking.
He’d say it was consensual.
I told no one.
Until now.
Inner Voice 