Her first son was born in April 2000, two years after she started high school.
Hearing other victims talk about their sorrow, fear, rage and confusion allowed me to share my own feelings with them.
Everything exploded while she was in care, and I had a breakdown.
Peeling back the layers of defenses to expose the core of my pain was frightening.
My abuse lasted fourteen years.
At 16, no longer willing or able to endure any further abuse, I ran away from home.