I was a fun-loving grandmother who went out of my way to create wonderful memories for my grandchildren. Unfortunately, I suffered a debilitating health crisis and I had to move in with my daughter until I could get back on my feet. I was thrilled when I was finally able to regain my independence and move into a high rise apartment in busy downtown Royal Oak, Michigan. I was beginning to feel like my old self again when the unthinkable happened. I was too embarrassed to tell anyone because it was so disturbing that I thought that nobody would believe me. I felt totally alone and I was in my own private hell. I was terrified that my nightmare would never end. I knew that if someone very close to me told me this same story that I would feel confused and helpless about what to say or how to get them help.