An alleged rapist for president

I've gone back and forth a million times on sharing this.  I've considered whether people will think less of me.  I've wondered if I am ready to tell the whole world.
I was sexually abused.
For years.
My innocence was stolen from me by a man my parents trusted. By a man I'd known my entire life.  By a man with three daughters of his own.  By a man who raped a woman in his past and no one believed her.  By a man who spent his entire life degrading women.  Putting us down.  Treating women like lesser beings.  By a man for whom misogyny was a lifestyle.
And today everytime I turn on the news and open an Internet browser,  Facebook, Twitter,  or Instagram,  I am faced with a richer, more educated,  orange version of the same man.
Everything about Donald trump offends me.  His politics,  his words,  his lies and his hypocrisy.  But most of all,  his treatment of women.  On three separate occasions he has been accused of sexual misconduct.  Three different women have come forward.  Two it seems were paid off.  Most recently a woman came forward and accused him of touching her as a child. A child.  A 13 year old child.
For those of you who have never been sexually assaulted as children let me tell you a little bit of what that was like for her.  She hated her body.  She spent hours under scalding water trying to erase him from her body.  She scrubbed and scratched and burned her skin red until she was bleeding in places.
She woke up sweating in the night with his touch on her skin and his voice in her ears.
She cried tears that no one saw.  And screamed into her fists hidden in closests or showers.
She lived in fear that someone would look at her and see her dirty, disgusting  insides.  She spent hours,  days,  weeks,  reliving every single moment and wondering if she enticed him.  Wondering what she could have done differently to keep herself safe.
She heard his threats in her mind while she looked at her loved ones and vowed to never tell her secret if it kept them safe.  She carried the burden of their safety on her little shoulders because she truly believed he would hurt the ones she loved the most.
She slept with the TV on to drown out the sound of her own thoughts.  To drown out the sound her sobs.
She looked in the mirror and she saw a whore,  a slut,  a used and discarded piece of trash where she should have seen ad beautiful blossoming young woman.
And she has spent every day since wondering if she is too broken and too dirty to ever be loved.
That,  is what being sexually abused as a child is like.
That is what the Republican presidential candidate is accused of doing. He is innocent until proven guilty,  but so was my abuser and he too had a history of abuse.  Most do.
That is what you're voting for.....