*********MAY BE TRIGGERING*********** I guess my story starts when I was 10 years old. Up until I was 15 I was sexually molested by my grandmother's 3rd and now late husband. It makes it a little difficult to live with her, as I'm not sure if she knows or how much she knows. It came out at school and the counselor told my parents, who grounded me for 2 months and accused me of lying. I won't bore you with the details. I was in college when one Sunday afternoon I was followed up to the mall, grabbed and taken to a house and raped. A year later I was raped again at the sane mall, by a guy I thought of as a friend. There are other things that seemed to happen to me. It's like I asked for it or something. Anyway, the later I kept from my parents, but have told my therapist, though she never asks me anything and seems to act like it's no big deal or I was just making it all up. Am I really that stupid?