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Turn the Pain into Power.
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To the small town, liberal arts college quarterback that sexually assaulted me, It’s been 989 days, 3 hours, 18 minutes,
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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.