I got into a fight with my mom a few days ago about not wanting to come home. I don't like going there. My rapist lives in town and my molester lives across the hall. I don't feel safe there. She told me I was living like a victim. And I was punishing the family. I cant shake the word now. Victim. I've spent the last five, almost six years trying to live like a survivor, then my own mother tells me I'm living like a victim. How does she have that right?! I'm in danger every time I go home, so instead of going home I stay at school and thrive. I have a great life at school. And that makes me a victim? I hate her for saying that. My six year anniversary is coming up for my rape, so this was the last thing I needed. I need love and support, not awful words to make me doubt myself more than I already do. I cant stop crying. I didn't ask for this. I just want a normal life. This isn't fair. I cant sleep or eat. Its like I'm going through the trauma all over again. And all she had to say was one simple word.