This whole story has left me feeling so sad and broken for a complete stranger. Emily McCombs, now an established writer and editor for many online publications, was, at one time, a 14 year-old girl who was subjected to sexual assault by three males. It was around 1997, and Emily arrived at a warehouse where three acquaintances were hanging out. From details provided by both herself and one of her attackers, Emily was forced to give the three males oral sex. After that, she was raped by one of them.
She was 14. Fourteen. Fucking fourteen years-old.
Fast-forward to 2011, and Emily has struggled to make sense of what was a hazy memory of that day. Abuse of alcohol and drugs made it difficult for her to distinctly and positively confirm what she recalled. Self-doubt complicated her healing process, but she was eventually able to refer to what happened as rape. Still, she had questions about what happened to her.
Then one day, her rapist sent her a friend request. Emily describes the moment she saw his name and face again:
“…my first impulse was to immediately close the browser window, shut down my computer, leave my house and quietly relocate somewhere in the desert where there are no virtual means for people who have deeply hurt you to invade your now fairly stable life.”
At first completely ill by this turn of events, Emily was able to find strength to seize this moment as one of opportunity.
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