WYR Project: Day 1

I pictured my sister crying, wondering why I never told her. She did cry. But she also told me this: "There is such great power in doing this, Lauren. I've heard it said that shame loses its power when we are fully known and truly delighted in. I delight in you completely."

No turning back now…

Today I’ll be sending an email to my close friends and family to give them the ‘heads up’ about this project. I’d like them to have a chance to digest before I attach my name to the project and really get behind it. I’m sure they’ll support me, but I’m also nervous about their reactions.

My Story: He was given ‘permission’ to rape me

My Story: He was given ‘permission’ to rape me

I'm less afraid of talking about these ones than the first one. I have no idea what became of either of those guys, and I don't care. I've lost touch with all of the "friends" we had in common back then, the ones who knew and didn't stop it, the boyfriend who gave permission for his friend to rape me…it's a part of my life I've put past me.

My Story: The summer I became a slut

My Story: The summer I became a slut

The first time I was raped I was 16 years old. The night exists in a series of flash-bulb images that I can neither piece together nor erase from my memory, despite years of trying. I’m still not sure if it was my fault, even though I know it wasn’t.

I don’t think about it very often anymore, but every few years I revisit the spiral of shame, and guilt.

When you’re ready, I’ll be here…

I started this project because I’m ready to share my story, to end my silence. I was raped three separate times as a teenager and in my early twenties. I’ve suffered shame, guilt, anger, depression, substance abuse, and hopelessness –