When I was a kid, my mom use to work with women that were raped and things along that line, and as a result, I was exposed to the concept of sexual assault at a very young age. During summer, me and my cousins would gather at my aunt's house for the whole summer. And while I was there, there was this one cousin of mine that use to go out. And whenever it pass 2 and she haven't come back, I would run around the house screaming "they raped her, they raped mitu, that's the only reason she's late, oh my God my mitu is raped, let's go out and try to find her" and stress out myself, almost to the brink of crying. Luckily it was only my imagination.