I had just finished telling my therapist about the sordid saga surrounding my sexual assault: Webs of the Very Online, banishment directives and what life in the crucible of vibes was like. The look in her eyes started off as incredulous, then switched to sad. Her usual eloquent manner of speech shifted: Wow, that really sucks. Over the past 3 years I’ve told the tale to various friends, and those same sentiments of wow and really sucks came through. The details themselves now seem so mundane...