I was 9 years old. A man took me away from everyone else at a birthday party and stuck his hand down my pants. He asked me if I liked it. I thought I had done something wrong. #WhyIDidntReport
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I don’t remember whose birthday party it was. I don’t remember the man’s name. It was at a stable. He ran the stable. Little girls love to hang around horses. I cringe at how many little girls he may have done this to.
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So so many. And the octogenarian republican men pass judgment on girls who don't report, just survive.
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Along with septuagenarian men (one in the White House)
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Isn’t it amazing that we carry the guilt of thinking we did something wrong and then the lifelong guilt of not telling, meaning someone else might have been hurt - when the truth is we were just little girls doing the best we knew how to get through something horrific.
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Predators often groom their victims, trying to make them feel somehow responsible so they never tell anyone. The most evil of evils.
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I feel terrible “liking” your tweet, Karen. However, I greatly appreciate your courage willingness to share your story.
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I was thrown around a room by a guy that wanted to “go all the way” and I said no. He wasn’t 17, he was 24. I got out too, and I don’t remember the date, or the place, although it was in Mountain View Ca, but I’ll never forget the fear that I felt and the relief that I got away.
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That is just harrowing. I am so sorry that you had that experience. Your courage coming forward is admirable. We need to stop. Take stock and take this moment seriously
#WhyIDidntReport
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I know. A violation of your humanity is like a scar in a crystal vase... it’s always there.
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I wanted a puppy. Desperately. I was seven. I remember everything, including him feeling my privates, but not what happened next. Six years later I saw him again, my body froze before I could think. My heart raced. I couldn't breathe. I still do not remember what happened next.
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Thank you for sharing this. I met you a couple years ago through a university trip and I cannot tell you how significant it is to see someone I greatly admire being this open and vulnerable. You have no idea how much easier your words make it for the next person to come forward.
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Growing up for a woman means going from a person to an object and that can lead to extreme amounts of trauma, this is an aspect of being a woman that we don’t talk about enough. Thank you again for sharing — your words matter.
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