The Trauma Paradox

What happens when someone whose greatest asset is their strength, suddenly becomes a victim?

A little under a year ago I was assaulted by a stranger. It was an early Friday evening and I had just had dinner with a friend. Things were good. The tulips were out. People were eating ice cream in the street. That very afternoon I had tracked down the last pair of size 39 Chanel ‘Dad’ sandals in all of Europe. 

I took the escalators down to the tube p…