It is with some trepidation I reveal that I was sexually abused by my father for the first twelve years of my life. I feel trepidation not because of privacy concerns, the effects such revelations will have on any family, friends or acquaintances that have no knowledge of my past but, rather, because I don’t want to be seen as joining the conga line of women claiming victim or survivor status as a result of a sexual crime being committed against them.