He stole my voice. This is what it took to get it back.

At nineteen, I was raped. I stayed silent for seventeen years.

Not the Perfect Victim is the memoir I never wanted to write—and the one I needed most. It’s about trauma that hides in plain sight, therapy that cracks you open, and what happens when a woman tries to speak truth inside a system built to silence her.

Along the way, I was diagnosed with autism. It explained everything—and changed everything.

This is a story of rage, grief, recovery, and rebuilding—not in spite of trauma, but alongside it.

Perfect for readers of Know My Name or Somebody’s Daughter, this memoir doesn’t offer clean closure. It offers connection, courage, and a refusal to disappear.