Candice Kelsey

Tell Me More

Tell Me More My new therapist asked if I had experienced trauma in my life. I told her about the time a man bought me a drink in the Cheers bar in Boston while I was in 12th grade and visiting with my family. My brother was playing football for Dartmouth, and earlier that day they beat Harvard 14-7. Somehow, I snuck a few drinks from the bartender; my twenty-three-year-old cousin facilitated the Ouzo shots for me most likely. The man at the bar coerced me to exit into the alley with him, where he pulled me closer, kissed me violently, and put one hand around my neck while twisting my nipple with the other. I was not safe.