The yoga of a raped woman

When I was around 12 years old, I was raped by a family member. I wasn’t sure at the time what exactly that meant; I didn’t know or really understand the word or concept of “rape.”

My parents knew. Maybe everyone eventually knew. I don’t know.

My mom has a submissive personality and is afraid of conflict. My father… I never saw him express anything but disapproval and anger over trivia. In…