Dylan Farrow

Let's go to August 4th, 1992. And if you could tell us what happened that day. I was taken to a small attic crawl space in my mother's country house in Connecticut by my father. He instructed me to lay down on my stomach and play with my brother's toy train that was set up. And he sat behind me. in the doorway. And as I played with the toy train, I was sexually assaulted.

As a 7-year-old, I would have said he touched my private parts. Okay, okay. Which I did say. All right, all right. As a 32-year-old, he touched my labia and my vulva with his finger. Where was your mother? She went shopping that day. And then after you told her, what happened? She was upset. My first impulse was that I had done something wrong.

How do you survive that?

That sounds good. Well, it's not bad. It's my body makeup.