I want to take a moment, three years after posting my first entry, to talk about sexual assault and rape.
His name is Shane. I do not follow him on any social media. I do not have his phone number or Snapchat. I have disconnected all ties. I have not heard from him since the day I told him to no longer contact me…the day he told me he’ll keep me as his “little amazing memory” from that Cancún vacation.
That text message skips on replay in my head from time to time, and I think about the power it represents: the power Shane claimed over me and my body in only a few hours time.
The day after that brutal night, I was numb. I’ve had a reoccurrence of this feeling lately, for different reasons, but I feel the familiarity. Completely empty, no reactions. I remember feeling incredibly scared. Scared to say what I remembered and knew to be what happened, scared to back up the reality with how I felt. Scared to be viewed by my peers as something less.
After rereading my previous entry, I noticed a few things wrong with it. I blamed myself. I literally turned the circumstances for my rape onto my actions, that I got myself into the situation. I basically felt guilty for allowing myself to be in that situation. I may have gotten too intoxicated and walked away with someone unknown, but this did not give ANY authority to him to decide to enter me. And for my guy friend, I gave him respect he absolutely did not deserve. He crossed multiple boundaries and as a result triggered me.
When i say scared to be seen as something less…that is wrong. That statement is false. Yes it’s how I felt, but it’s so wrong. This fabricated fear of being seen by others in a certain way that either you don’t believe to be true, or what you feel you don’t embody, is one of the most difficult feelings to carry.
12/18/19
I add onto this post months after first writing it….
In a place where I’ve been in a long term relationship with a partner, best friend, and lover, I have learned what love is and how to heal the wound Shane left me with…
I’ve come to realize I have been raped twice. Four months after Shane, my first weekend as a freshman in college, the same events followed suit:
A very drunk girl would come home with a boy, who then asked if she wants to have sex and says no. The boy would continue to kiss her, she would kiss back unaware he has slipped his pants down until he slid inside of her….even though she had said no. Too drunk to tell what was going on.
She would begin to cry and say this is not what she wants inside her head…but she hid those tears at first in the fear of preventing his pleasure because she had treated herself time after time with a practice of complacency to accept male dominance and desire. After his climax, he would notice her tears and realize she was not okay. She would begin to unravel underneath him…the look in his eyes became terrified. He did not mean to rape her. He was confused too…alcohol does that no? He would try to console her, but she did not want his sympathy…so he leaves.
She would call her brother, as she is still drunk and tells him what had happened – removing her comforter because it was covered with him. Her brother tells her to wash it ASAP. They hang up…she then calls a trusting older teammate, who arrives around 2:30am. She and another teammate come, and hold and listen to her cry, and tell what happened four months prior, and how that night was the complete replica of the night in Mexico.
I am that girl. Although I have healed, I won’t forget these men, or the fear I was left with. But I can say I forgive them. They have taught me so much about myself and for that I thank them…in a very, very strange way.
I believe I have been able to reclaim the power Shane and the other man stole from my body. It was not theirs to take. I was in a place where I could not protect it. These two men stole such an important value from me, leaving something deep inside of me completely lost, screaming for the rest of me to listen. My body, and mind, and soul, are invaluable. Succumbing to societals structures of belittling a woman’s self worth and value of her entire being has been a detriment to me and many. But through this, I have found the strength to conquer these structures that try to supress us and I’ve discovered the absolute, undeniable, fantastic value I contain.