I haven't gone a single day in the past year without thinking about it. I thought it would be easier when I went to university, since I was going out of state and away from Him, but it almost got harder. At least at home I could curl up in my room and pretend it didn't happen; at school there were mandatory seminars about it, and fliers on the wall talking about support groups and what you can do if it happens to you, and I understand, those are important (especially on a college campus), but it still got me thinking about it when all I wanted was to walk to class without flinching whenever so