It seemed possible that I was a sufferer of Epstein's.

Last night I saw the Jeffrey Epstein documentary on Netflix, and I was TERRIFIED! As I sat in bed, watching, a girl's face comes over the screen, and I recognised one of his victims as a very dear childhood friend. All these memories rushing back, it was like a mini-panic attack. This may or may not be the right place for my tale, but here it is:

My overbearing parents kept me from experiencing much as a child, and I've spent almost my entire life in South Florida. I was unable to participate in any extracurricular activities outside of school, make phone calls to friends, host parties, or even visit anyone's home. I also had to be extra careful since my dad was an employee at my primary school. I was ecstatic when I started middle school. At last a measure of independence, my character began to emerge, and I found it simple to make friends.

Imagine my surprise when I learned that after just a year of middle school, I had formed an unbreakable bond with two girls—let's call them Hetty and Maddy—who were not only attractive, popular, and sociable, but also the only female I knew who could sleep over at a boy's home! This was very new to me since my parents had always insisted that I wait to date a male until I had graduated from high school or college, they never said which. Therefore, my first impression was that she was the most amazing woman I've ever encountered!

We were referred to as the tripod for our whole relationship. Since we shared a schedule for both…