Fragments of Home: Piecing Life Together after Childhood Sexual Abuse

"Thin tall lights tower over the familiar freeway. I drive under the Clifton Hill bridge, into the early evening traffic towards cosy eastern suburbia, the summer sun still lighting up the sky.

I am on `auto-pilot'. My mind is in another place, another time.

`Have you ever been sexually abused?'

What had he meant when he asked that question? Why did he ask it?

At the time, I hesitated, just for a second, before answering, `No.'

And he moved on to the next question. But it caught my breath. Like...