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‘He raped me. That’s my truth. That’s my story’ 


by IMAGE
13th Jul 2021

Read time: 14 mins

Dublin barrister, M, was raped in Paris two decades ago. She has since realised that every woman has a story to tell. This is hers.

Trigger Warning: This piece explicitly makes reference to rape and sexual assault.  Every woman has a story.  This is mine.  My head wanted to keep this purely academic – a cold, hard look at the law surrounding sex and consent.  My heart wanted to tell my story.  My heart won.  I remember him. How can I forget? I only wish I could. He is my shame, my pain, my blame. I remember every detail of...

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