You were past that with me. You no longer felt any humanity towards me. You picked up your things and you slammed the door behind you.
“Men and sometimes women would come into our room and have sex with me. They were allowed to be rough, but the price dictated the roughness. If they hit me too hard or whatever my dad would stop it.”
He kept talking as his hand grazed my back. I tried to distance myself by moving my chair forward but this just made him move his hand from my back to my upper thigh.
There were 13 episodes, and each of them revolved around a different crime. Robbing. Stalking. Mugging. Murder. Rape.
“Uncle Jimmy didn’t get shot accidentally. He deserved it.”
I met him online. He invited me to a little diner in his town and I readily obliged although it was well past midnight.
No court. No charges. No solution. In that moment, my university decided that standing for student athletes was more valuable than standing for the victim.
Life can be a struggle and there will inevitably be tough times, but you will survive them. You are loved and this world needs you and your unique contributions.
We need to improve our understanding of the long term effects of sexual assault, and offer continued support to survivors.
Because every single day is a fight, even if you don’t see it.