Until All the Stories Are Told

Until All the Stories Are Told

For the last month, I’ve shared one story each day on Twitter about a survivor of sexual violence. Why? Well, for a few reasons. First, it’s to illustrate the fact that survivor narratives are diverse. There are male survivors, female survivors, trans...
Running to Wholeness

Running to Wholeness

What I have learned about healing from sexual violence helps me run, and what I have learned about running helps me heal. Last weekend, I ran the Cause and Event 5K to benefit the Boston Area Rape Crisis Center. As I dedicated my run to the thousands of survivors they...
Five Days in Arizona

Five Days in Arizona

As my freshman year at Brown drew to a close, I was not in a good place. Despite the fact that I had started therapy with M that winter, I was still swirling in self-destructive behaviors. Alcohol was relatively easy to access. I smoked like a chimney. No one was...
The Summer I Remembered

The Summer I Remembered

It wasn’t like I ever forgot. There was a man. His shirt had pearl buttons. His face was scratchy. I was in the bath. Something was wrong, really wrong. But I didn’t really remember until I was 14. It was the first summer I spent away from my family, and I couldn’t...

Consent

Trigger Warning:  This post contains a personal story about rape. I was 17 and he was my friend. We were having sex – my first time – and I wanted to stop. I said, Can we stop?  He said, But I didn’t come yet. I said, But it really hurts.  Silence....