Known for months only as "Victim 1," the 18-year-old stepped into the light in the aftermath of Jerry Sandusky's conviction and imprisonment of 30 to 60 years, speaking with news media and releasing a book, Silent No More, last week. He has a name: Aaron Fisher. And he has a story.

Years of sexual priming, then abuse by the former Penn State coach. Suicidal thoughts. Summoning courage to finally tell his story, only to be dismissed by school authorities. When his mom, Dawn Daniels, accompanied him to that emotional meeting at school, the school official's response was to say that Jerry had a heart of gold and wouldn't do the things Fisher alleged happened to him in Sandusky's basement from age 12 to 15.

As a sexual abuse victim myself, I understand how Fisher must have felt in that moment in the principal's office. It takes everything within a child or a teen to finally open up the can of dark shame and shed light on the humiliation—only to have a trusted adult undermine, belittle, or not believe. Essentially, Fisher was dismissed, again victimized. Not being believed must've further crushed him.

Attitudes like this give birth to a secondary rage that I still battle today. When I was 5 years old, neighborhood teens picked me up from the babysitter's house every day after school. They took me to ravines, under the canopy of evergreens, just out of earshot, and stole every part of me. They invited friends to steal some more. They took me to their home and raped me in their bunk-bedded bedroom while their mother made cookies in the kitchen. They threatened they would kill my parents if I told.

After months of this, I finally couldn't deal with it any more, so I told my babysitter, Eva, what had happened. Her response, "I'll ...

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