Ruth Salmon’s dreams of starting a new life in Italy became a living hell when she was assaulted in her apartment. She tells Eimear O’Hagan how coping with the traumatic aftermath of the attack led her to become her own therapist
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I woke on Tuesday at 4am and could hardly breathe. I was sweating (and, post-menopausal that I am, I never sweat) and racked with worry. I grabbed my hair, put my head in my hands, and said out loud, ‘What am I doing? What was I thinking?’