Late one night this past July, I turned on the documentary “Athlete A” on Netflix. I’d heard it was good, and being 3 months into the pandemic, I had watched almost everything else Netflix had to offer. I had no idea the impact that watching it would have on me or the months of my life following.
It’s a tough watch, if I’m being honest. My heart ached for the girls and women abused by Larry Nassar. But even more because certain parts of their story sounded more familiar to things that I had experienced than what I had realized. The women talked about how even[...]