I was raped when I was 17 years old. I had a baby when I was 18 years old. My baby died when I was 19 years old. I cannot recall the color of the sky when I woke up the morning I was raped, or what I did in the hours leading up to the assault. I think of it in terms of Before and After, and I’m caught right in between the two.
SOURCE: Huffington Post, by Dina Zirlott, Guest Writer, 13 February 2019