I posted this on Facebook 2 months ago but want to share it here too because I haven’t added anything to my blog in a while 🙂
The #MeToo movement has given me the courage and inspiration to finally open up about my story. For years, I kept hidden what really happened. And I feel liberated by finally opening up about it. But I did not share just for myself. I also shared because I want knowledge about this cultural epidemic to spread. I want everyone to be informed about sexual assault and rape culture. Because I want it to stop. And I want victim-blaming to end.
So, for the sake of humanity, please EDUCATE YOURSELF AND EVERYONE YOU KNOW. Here, let me help you:
Here’s what I want people to learn from my poem (with links because I’m a nerd):
- First off, the definition of sexual assault and some information about consent: Sexual assault is “any type of sexual contact or behavior that occurs without the explicit consent of the recipient. “
(https://www.justice.gov/ovw/sexual-assault). The U.S. Department of Justice states “a victim can be incapacitated and thus unable to consent because of ingestion of drugs or alcohol…physical resistance is not required on the part of the victim to demonstrate lack of consent.” (https://www.justice.gov/archives/opa/blog/updated-definition-rape)
- So, a drunk person is unable to give consent. So, having sex with a drunk person = sexual assault.
- Perpetrators of sexual violence often know the victim. 28% of rapes are committed by strangers while 70% of rapes are committed by acquaintances, friends, or intimate partners (https://www.rainn.org/statistics/perpetrators-sexual-violence).
- Recipients of sexual assault can experience physiological arousal during non-consensual sex (https://www.researchgate.net/publication/8448601_Sexual_arousal_and_orgasm_in_subjects_who_experience_forced_or_non-consensual_sexual_stimulation_-_A_review).
- And lastly, not only is it possible for anyone to commit sexual assault; and not only is it possible for anyone to be the recipient of it; but it is also possible for anyone to engage in victim-blaming.
See this link from the University of Michigan’s Sexual Assault and Prevention Awareness Center for more: https://sapac.umich.edu/article/52
Now see if you can find the information I gave you above in the poem below.
It was Halloween
And one fall day,
A girl was excited
To party the night away
She got dressed,
Went out with friends,
Clueless about how
Her night would end.
They went to the bars
And drank all night
Before going home
On that cold, cold night.
But she was still awake,
Not ready for bed,
So she decided
To go home with a friend.
They messed around
But she wanted no more.
He kept pressing her and she thought
“What am I in for?”
She said “No.”
He said “Come on.”
She kept saying “No”
But she was too far gone.
She was dizzy, spinning,
Not clear in the head,
And before she knew it,
She was in his bed.
He had no protection,
So she thought “Yay I’m saved!”
But she was so drunk when the RA gave it to him, she didn’t think to wave.
Her possible help
Had come and left
And with that,
For years, her voice, bereft.
Years went by,
With this girl confused.
“It felt good,” she thought,
“So why do I feel used?”
It wasn’t until
Pursuing higher education
That she learned
It’s normal for some victims to feel those sensations.
But that doesn’t make
What happened okay.
She said no…multiple times,
But it still didn’t matter what she had to say.
Though this changed her,
For better and worse,
The reactions of her friends
Still make her want to curse.
Some reacted with anger,
Some with a disappointed face,
But not one of them knew
What really took place.
What they didn’t know was that
They weren’t slut-shaming.
Completely unaware,
They were actually victim-blaming.
Thankfully, years added wisdom
To the girl who had no clue.
She now has her voice and is saying
“Me too.”