Something has occurred to me: I wonder how people will see me after they read my memoir?

Will they still see me as me? Or as a different version of me?

Will they say to me: Oh, you were so brave? Oh, you must be so angry? Oh, how did you turn out so normal?

This is usually what people ask me when they learn a bit of my past. They stop seeing me and start seeing a victim, start putting their own pictures of me over top of my face.

The real me becomes invisible.

And so I wonder, will they see what they want to see or will they see the person who stands in front of them?