She didn't know what was coming. When Peggy Haymes began therapy she thought she'd probably spend a few weeks propping up her irrationally low self esteem. She didn't know she was on the verge of facing a story she'd kept in the shadows for too long. She didn't know what was coming. As a child she accepted the kind man's invitation to come and see the puppies, not knowing that she was opening the door to years of rape and other forms of sexual abuse. In I Don't Remember Signing Up for This Class, Haymes weaves a stunning story between the adult and the child, the terrors of the past and healing of the present. All is not dark in this memoir, however, for alongside the horror Haymes finds grace as well. Through the stubborn resilience that enables her to survive to the stubborn determination that enables her to heal, Haymes steadfastly refuses to allow her abuser to have the last word in her life.