I feel nauseated...

This post hit me so hard right in the gut that I almost puked.
The whole post is good, and the rest of the series is good too, but this is the paragraph that resonated so strongly with me.

That’s kind of what I mean by “losing my mind.” Everything is falling apart, and you may open your eyes at any minute and find that somebody is inside you. That’s graphic, too — I’m writing graphically because I don’t know how else to put this. There’s a nitty-gritty side to rape that gets swept away in euphemisms sometimes, but here’s the graphic part: you are terrified for your life, and feeling like you might vomit, and afraid you are going to be hurt, and while all these feelings are mixed up inside you, making your heart jump into your chest and shooting adrenaline into your brain, somebody is fucking you. It’s very much like going crazy, and you get all the confirmation in the world that you need afterwards, when everybody treats you like you are. You cross a threshold you never get to leave again, the world of knowing what it’s like to lose your mind, and knowing what it’s like to be treated like you’ve lost your mind.

Her ex-husband, Flint, sounds uncannily like my ex-husband.
Oh my god I feel sorry for his new wife.