I Was 15 When I Started Partying With Rock Stars. I Told No One What They Did To Me — Until Now.

The author, age 14, with her father. After getting one of the group’s albums for my 12th birthday, I pored over the pictures on the cover, memorized the lyrics to all of the songs and wrote hopeful letters to the band’s fan club, naively believing I would get a reply. “Would you like backstage passes for after the show?” he asked Bursting with excitement, we couldn’t get the words out fast enough. “When we’re finished, I’ll give you yours.” A half-hour later, reunited with Tiffany, we took our backstage passes and left the bus. Occasionally, I’d hear people in my inner circle ― family, friends or co-workers — talking about a woman who’d had experiences like mine, and I would have a setback.