I never told anyone about that until today. It was just Tylenol and I woke up fine. Was afraid to get in trouble. Over the years, I was assaulted in the most private way beginning at 3. I always felt like an outsider looking in. Even my own pediatrician did it to me insisting my mom stay in the waiting room. 2 more men as an adult also violated me like that. 1 I was kidnapped from my home, the other was a break in and held at knife point with my daughter there. That's the background. I was always picked on in school. Eventually I met a man who did his best to understand me. He's been my rock. But I'm being bullied by these 4 mean women. Small town. I was raised here but want to move. Some say it's running from your problems...I feel like I'm running towards a place where I won't be bullied anymore. I want peace and quiet. My husband says I'd have to move alone. My mother lives in the south and I'd like to live in a warmer climate. So, live the rest of my life with bullies and whispers about me at the checkout lane or hair salon,  and social media or move somewhere fresh and start new and possibly live some years happy for once?