I hope I'm not spending my life in grief and anger. I don't think I am. I *do* stuff. Cool stuff. I've got great people around me and I'm pursuing my dreams and living a productive life to the best of my ability. But when it's just me and my thoughts, I'm still scarred. I'm still kind of broken and it's been thirty-four years and at this point I don't believe I'll ever *not* be broken. :-\
I get what you're saying. I get why the message that sexual assault leaves you damaged for life is a wrong message to send. But.