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I WAS AN INVISIBLE LITTLE GIRL. I knew how to leave a room without opening a door. Did I drink a magical elixir, or memorize incantations? Was I the daughter of the wind? No, the answer is far less enchanting--it was incest that erased me.
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Of course my invisibility was wishful thinking. I was all too visible to my father, who was always watching me, his quarry. But I did know how to disappear under his hands, and whisk myself to that blank, soft place beyond feeling.
While I may not have been fooling anyone else with my disappearing acts, I became convinced that I was a figment of my own imagination. In school, I would ...
Source: HighBeam Research, Out of the shadows.(TRANSFORMATIONS)