Why I never reported my own rape

[TygrBright]

7. Happened to me, too.

In the 1970s.

And I didn't report it because I'd had a few drinks at the frat party, was feeling muzzy, tried to say "no" several times, tried to roll out from under him, nothing worked and then he was gone.

And I spent several weeks terrified I was pregnant, and finally got a rabbit test, even though my periods had always been irregular and it just MIGHT have been late.

And the school health service sent the bill to my home address, not my school address. And then the fit hit the shan, indeed.

It was the beginning of a long downhill slide that nearly ended in a suicide attempt, but I pulled up in time, though there was plenty of other slow-motion long-term damage.

One in four women.

Think about that.

ONE IN FOUR.

Don't try to tell us we don't live in a rape culture. Just don't.

wearily,
Bright