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“Nobody wants to talk about it, but they are.”

You are nobody’s child.

You can take a wild guess at who wrote which lyrics.

You probably have poitín that was brewed illegally 200 years ago by a great-great-grandfather laying around your house.

The people of my generation are SO brave!

Last week I sat in a room full of people listening to a woman recount her own story of sexual abuse…