Category Archive: WYR Blog

Nov 14

989 days, 3 hours, 18 minutes, and 47 seconds later

To the small town, liberal arts college quarterback that sexually assaulted me,

It’s been 989 days, 3 hours, 18 minutes, and 47 seconds since you assaulted me. I have a lot of things I’ve been wanting to say for the past two years, but I haven’t been able to put them into words.

First of …

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Oct 27

Me Too: A Poem

For the girl on the bus using her headphones

to drown out the advancements of the man

as well as his disgusting words and tones

 

For the woman walking late at night

With her keys spread as a weapon

In case she needs to be prepared for a fight.

 

For the mother who …

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Oct 17

Me Too

I’m crying for all my friends and family, and perfect strangers, who are bravely standing up to say “me too” today. And for those who aren’t in a place where they can speak up, we are here for you too.

Every year or so, a high profile celebrity is outed as a serial sexual predator. …

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Oct 17

She took my advice, and for that I am ashamed.

She told me what happened and that she was thinking of reporting the man who was harassing her. I believed her, and I told her so. I gave her the names of some people at the firm who had been supportive of me.
And I told her not to report it.
I told her it was pointless, that the firm would not support her and the only outcome would be a damaged career.
She took my advice, and for that I am ashamed.

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Oct 12

Follow up to a Story: There is no perfect healing

I always imagined trauma was like being followed. Every once in a while you’ll pull far enough ahead of the lights, just to see them catch up again. Except in this case, I feel that when it’s really close, I’m splayed out on the pavement, the high beams blinding me with those gnarly details again. 

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