This is the story of several women who tell on camera that they were raped. Their aggressor is never a stranger. He is always someone whom they love or, in fact, someone who claims to love them. One of those women is me.
10 years ago I was raped. Not by a stranger in dangerous circumstances, but by someone I thought I loved, and who claimed to love me. He never accepted what he did. He never said sorry. I was never able to report him, because it took me many years to realize what happened and because I was afraid of the implications of facing legal procedures. One day, 8 years after I was raped, I did it. Not in court, but on social media and saying his real name. After this, unknown people and people that were close to me and to my aggressor, contact me; some to tell me that they believe me and that I am brave, others to tell me that they survived similar experiences, and others to say that this is not the way to denounce. These persons are invited to my film to recreate my rape testimony as if they were the ones who lived it. After each recreation, the fourth wall will break and we’ll watch them reacting to my story, reflecting on what caused them to embody it as if it were their own, and using it as a trigger that lets them talk about their own experiences.