Sexual assaults leave victims with a lost sense of safety. Most of us have had more than one experience in this realm. Some have been assaulted at parties by opportunists, and others had boyfriends who coerced, bullied, and intimidated them into sexual behavior they weren’t ready for and didn’t want to engage in at that time. These incidents are not about love or caring. They are about asserting power and control over one another. Pleasure was not given or shared, it was taken. Victims are left hyper-vigilant and expect the worst from every guy who enters their realm. They are left feeling like prey.
[Trigger alert]
At 16 I believed that my awakening to sexuality would slowly unfold over time in moments of shared pleasure and tenderness, housed in the safety of genuine caring and mutual agreement. The encounters would leave me feeling cherished, valued, and respected.
In light of the news last week, an assault claim brought against a Supreme Court nominee, the truth of my indoctrination into the world of dating and sex came back as a thunderous rampage of buried horror charging through me: the fear, the smell of the vinyl seats, the weight of his body holding mine down, his hand clutching my wrist, his other groping me, the indignity of his touch, my helplessness, horror, and shame. I was a shy sensitive sophomore in high school and he was an outgoing, popularity-seeking senior.
Something that should have been lovingly shared was taken without my consent. There was no pleasure, just shock that he would do such a thing. I knew him from our church youth group. We had just started dating. How could he think what he was doing was okay? I was so devastated and stunned that I didn’t scream. I didn’t want to believe what was happening was real, didn’t want to make a scene. So I fought fiercely and silently, but he was bigger, heavier, and stronger than me.
My introduction to teenage relationships left me feeling used, dirty, ashamed, humiliated, and embarrassed. I didn’t have the understanding or the words to process it as a teen. I remember telling myself that it was “just” groping, he didn’t rape me. (1.) I never considered reporting it because I didn’t have anyone to tell. This incident confirmed what my mother had told me, "guys only want one thing." She would have blamed me for getting the guy too excited and not allow me to date anymore. She blamed me for one of my later boyfriend’s acne, saying I was causing his hormones to surge.
When the memory of what I now know was a sexual assault returned in all its oppressive horror, the shock and terror of my 16-year-old self swirled inside me. It took a few days of embracing my younger being, and allowing her to feel the pain and humiliation before I could begin processing the incident through my adult understanding. It was not my fault. He must have planned it, and figured out how he could pin me down to do his dirty work. Was he contemplating his planned conquest during the whole date, anxiously waiting for the trip home to begin and planning the exact moment when he'd make his move? I was, most likely, not his first victim and probably not his last.
When he walked me to my door, I think he mumbled an apology and said it wouldn’t happen again. I really couldn’t hear him with the traumatic images thundering in my head. I think I agreed to go out with him again. At that time I believed that if someone asked for forgiveness, I had to forgive on the spot. My understanding of forgiveness was to never speak of the misdeed again and the relationship would continue as if the incident never occurred. That old forgive-and-forget saying. That false belief left me open to further exploitation. (See: Real-life Forgiveness)
It was an assault not just on my body but on my very being. Over 50 years later, the incident feels as traumatic as the night it occurred.
A couple of years after that incident, while on vacation, I spent some time with a guy I met. When we prepared to go our respective ways, he took my hand and said, “I just want you to know that all guys aren’t like you think they are. There are nice guys.” He had picked up on my fear and mistrust, all fashioned at the hands of not-nice guys. This nice guy’s words stayed with me.
I’m grateful to the women who are speaking out. I’m shocked that some people can’t or won’t understand how traumatic and violating this behavior is. The status quo is going to change. Women are fed up with the position we’ve been forced into. We are not going to take it anymore. We will speak out and hold men accountable. The old disqualifies are not going to work; “It was just a grope, not a rape” “Guys do that.” “You just want to ruin his reputation and career opportunities.” “Boys will be boys.” “What were you wearing?” “You were asking for it.” “He was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing.” “You were drunk.” “You’re making a big deal out of nothing.” “Get over it.”
To those speakers, we say, no. We don’t just get over it. Instead of spouting off these idiotic comments, why don’t you get busy and do something about these predators, like hold them accountable?
(1.) Merriam-Webster definitions of rape: 1)unlawful sexual activity and usually, sexual intercourse carried out forcibly or under threat of injury against a person's will and 2) an outrageous violation.
[Trigger alert]
At 16 I believed that my awakening to sexuality would slowly unfold over time in moments of shared pleasure and tenderness, housed in the safety of genuine caring and mutual agreement. The encounters would leave me feeling cherished, valued, and respected.
In light of the news last week, an assault claim brought against a Supreme Court nominee, the truth of my indoctrination into the world of dating and sex came back as a thunderous rampage of buried horror charging through me: the fear, the smell of the vinyl seats, the weight of his body holding mine down, his hand clutching my wrist, his other groping me, the indignity of his touch, my helplessness, horror, and shame. I was a shy sensitive sophomore in high school and he was an outgoing, popularity-seeking senior.
Something that should have been lovingly shared was taken without my consent. There was no pleasure, just shock that he would do such a thing. I knew him from our church youth group. We had just started dating. How could he think what he was doing was okay? I was so devastated and stunned that I didn’t scream. I didn’t want to believe what was happening was real, didn’t want to make a scene. So I fought fiercely and silently, but he was bigger, heavier, and stronger than me.
My introduction to teenage relationships left me feeling used, dirty, ashamed, humiliated, and embarrassed. I didn’t have the understanding or the words to process it as a teen. I remember telling myself that it was “just” groping, he didn’t rape me. (1.) I never considered reporting it because I didn’t have anyone to tell. This incident confirmed what my mother had told me, "guys only want one thing." She would have blamed me for getting the guy too excited and not allow me to date anymore. She blamed me for one of my later boyfriend’s acne, saying I was causing his hormones to surge.
When the memory of what I now know was a sexual assault returned in all its oppressive horror, the shock and terror of my 16-year-old self swirled inside me. It took a few days of embracing my younger being, and allowing her to feel the pain and humiliation before I could begin processing the incident through my adult understanding. It was not my fault. He must have planned it, and figured out how he could pin me down to do his dirty work. Was he contemplating his planned conquest during the whole date, anxiously waiting for the trip home to begin and planning the exact moment when he'd make his move? I was, most likely, not his first victim and probably not his last.
When he walked me to my door, I think he mumbled an apology and said it wouldn’t happen again. I really couldn’t hear him with the traumatic images thundering in my head. I think I agreed to go out with him again. At that time I believed that if someone asked for forgiveness, I had to forgive on the spot. My understanding of forgiveness was to never speak of the misdeed again and the relationship would continue as if the incident never occurred. That old forgive-and-forget saying. That false belief left me open to further exploitation. (See: Real-life Forgiveness)
It was an assault not just on my body but on my very being. Over 50 years later, the incident feels as traumatic as the night it occurred.
A couple of years after that incident, while on vacation, I spent some time with a guy I met. When we prepared to go our respective ways, he took my hand and said, “I just want you to know that all guys aren’t like you think they are. There are nice guys.” He had picked up on my fear and mistrust, all fashioned at the hands of not-nice guys. This nice guy’s words stayed with me.
I’m grateful to the women who are speaking out. I’m shocked that some people can’t or won’t understand how traumatic and violating this behavior is. The status quo is going to change. Women are fed up with the position we’ve been forced into. We are not going to take it anymore. We will speak out and hold men accountable. The old disqualifies are not going to work; “It was just a grope, not a rape” “Guys do that.” “You just want to ruin his reputation and career opportunities.” “Boys will be boys.” “What were you wearing?” “You were asking for it.” “He was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing.” “You were drunk.” “You’re making a big deal out of nothing.” “Get over it.”
To those speakers, we say, no. We don’t just get over it. Instead of spouting off these idiotic comments, why don’t you get busy and do something about these predators, like hold them accountable?
(1.) Merriam-Webster definitions of rape: 1)unlawful sexual activity and usually, sexual intercourse carried out forcibly or under threat of injury against a person's will and 2) an outrageous violation.
