My story of sexual abuse as a child and how important it is that we realise that abuse doesn’t live in the dark nooks and crannies, it’s hiding in all the places no one wants or thinks to look. — I cried today. I cried for humanity. I cried for all the girls and women, the boys and men, for all who may suffer. I was five when a man who my family knew well, sexually abused me regularly in my bedroom.
