My younger brother was one of the first relative I told about my rape (years after the fact.) I will always be grateful for his reaction. He opened his arms to me and just held me while I cried. He didn’t judge me or react negatively in anyway. Instead he let me cry and petted my hair, and I never felt safer in my entire life. I’ve always felt secure in our bond, but the way he demonstrated his affection and protectiveness really comforted me as I processed my rape.
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How about “Val-DEEZ” for Valdez, AK?
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