How it feels having my highly personal story go viral

People keep thanking me for being brave, as if I knew what the fuck I was doing.

A few days ago, I wrote this story where I talk about a guy sticking his unwanted fingers in my vagina. I wrote it in one go on my laptop while sitting on the floor, but it took hours. Several times, I stopped to hold my head and cry. Sometimes I had to get up to stretch, but mostly I just wrote straight. I felt like I had to get it out. I’m the sort that process things by writing, and I’ve kept a diary since I was ten years old. But, other than my brother who occasionally stole it, no one ever read my diary. My childhood home has many brightly decorated books full of my writing that only I will read. Even as I transitioned to blogging as an adult, it was pretty rare that I would get more than my friends reading my posts. My medium would get tens of views on a good day.

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