His first rape of my body occurred one year after I bought the company. After a year of introducing me into his family and establishing himself as "my right hand man" who I could count on, no matter what: "A most trustworthy and dependable employee;" the terror began.
Ultimately I sold the company, moved far, far away, and underwent years of continued therapy. And then at last, I reported him ten weeks ago. I am in the process of writing a memoir about it, and about the process of reporting a rape under our current justice system. It took me eight years to gather the courage to speak out for myself as a whole and worthwhile human being, worthy of justice and agency. It took me eight years to value my body and voice and being, over the fear of backlash from the rapist or his community.
One notable mantra I've repeated to myself in these months of speaking out, is "If Malala Yousafzai can speak out against the taliban, I can speak out against this monster."
It really gave me an added sense of strength I wasn't anticipating.
The following works are the process leading throughout the process of reporting "The puke," (as my mom calls him) to the police detectives. Once they make an arrest and he is charged, I will be able to uncensor parts of the story that might identify him, or name the company (which will add to the sick irony of this whole ordeal, I promise). Until then, I want to share what I can, to help other survivors of sexual assault who are struggling- because I would never have gotten through my own experience without the shared experiences of others before me.
So thank you all, and thank you Malala.