My father raped me when I was 5. Even thirty years later, I find that having s** is very difficult. I can’t seem to achieve climax without remembering being s******* abused. I can compare it to having a broken window. I can still see outside, and light still comes in, but it all hurts. I see a distorted vision of the world through the cracked glass. Nevertheless, it will not be the end of me. I am determined to survive and to never hurt anyone like he hurt me.