“I was convinced I didn’t have a vagina”, says Jasmine. The thought of intercourse gave her the jitters; how could anything enter her without causing severe injury? Her fear paralysed her but also tempted her to crack the riddle within.
“I felt dirty about myself,” says Atreyi, “I found it extremely hard to believe that I, of all people, was capable of fantasising about my uncle.” Guilt did not let Atreyi behave normally, until she talked it out.
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