The gynaecologist rolled her eyes,seemingly exhausted at my naivety. assign your clothes on and come pay,’ she said before walking out of the roomYou should have been more careful, and ” the gynaecologist said,peeling off her blue latex gloves after I told her approximately my sexual assault that had happened a week ago. She was in her mid-40s, blonde bangs brushing just above her metal glasses. I was 17, and feet still in their stirrups. “I see this all the time,” she said and sighed, referring to the number of women who come through her office telling her of their histories with sexual assault. Continue reading...
Source: guardian.co.uk