When I was in my early 20's, I was raped by someone I went to high school with. Someone who if I told some of you his name, you would be completely stunned. Many of you probably wouldn't even believe me.
It took me a long time to even admit to myself that it actually was rape. Because it really wasn't forceful, and it wasn't violent. But the truth is it wasn't consensual. It was me saying "I don't want to do this," turning away from him, and it happening anyway.
IT'S NOT FUCKING OK NO MATTER HOW IT HAPPENS. Whether I was wearing a short, revealing dress that night (which I was). Whether I was in bed with him doing other consensual things (which I was). Whether I was intoxicated (which I was). Whether I was so completely stunned that it was happening that I just went along with it (which I did). Whether he was this handsome, popular guy in high school so part of me was just flattered he was paying attention to me.
I've never been outwardly "angry" about this. I don't think I've ever even told a single soul about this before today. But ya know what? It's time to be angry. It happened 6 years ago but I'm gonna be fucking angry about it TODAY. And maybe, somehow, if more people are ANGRY, something will change.
me, too. 💔