It Happened To Me
I've just watched part of the documentary film 'It Happened Here'.
I ran from the theater after yelling "Holy F(cKing Christ" in reaction to what one of these young women was told by campus "authorities" when she reported rape:
"If you girls wouldn't spread your legs like peanut butter..."
The body stores and remembers physical and emotional trauma. When trauma goes unhealed, self-protective and ultimately destructive behavior patterns are established. Silence is one self-protective survival pattern that I know best. Triggers like the statement above can release energy stored in the body fast enough to trump survival patterns. That's what happened to me in the theater.
I was raped on the Indiana University campus my freshman year at a fraternity party. This was not only the first and last fraternity party that I attended, but the last time I partied during college. And, one of a very few times that I have been intoxicated since.
The comment this young woman received has me slightly grateful that I did not report though it pains me to think of women and men I may have helped by speaking. My care and concern is equally with young men encouraged to behavior. I trust that rape would be very rare if the objectification and abuse of women and girls not so normalized.