sexual assault and rape. I was conspicuously ignored. (Pro tip: When someone tells you, "Hey, I was raped, I was sexually assaulted and..." you don't ignore them.) I mentally flipped her off and went to bed.
It was in bed that a memory of another sexual assault reared its ugly head. It goes a little something like this:
I spent an evening hanging out and drinking with a couple of friends, Brad and Samantha, at their house. Samantha had another friend there from work. If memory serves, his name is Miguel. I got drunk and slept on their couch. Evidently, Miguel did the same on another couch. I was wrongly, horribly, illegally, and immorally awakened by Miguel kissing and caressing my body. His hand was down my shorts, rubbing my clitoris and labia. His breath was hot and steamy against my mouth. My eyes were still closed as I tried to grasp what was happening, tried to go from peacefully slumbering to awakened by a sexual assault. I pretended to stay asleep, hoping he'd either get bored and leave me alone or that Brad and Sam would walk downstairs, see him, and put a stop to it. The former happened. He went home. I told Brad and Sam. They didn't believe me. Rather, they believed that he did that, but didn't believe it to be problematic. It was that he liked me and I was being entirely too sensitive. Experience stuffed. Memory locked.
(*Their reaction is exactly why I've chosen to name them in this post. I refuse to keep secrets such as this anymore. Their response is part of the issue and I won't let them off the hook.)
Cut to yesterday's thread with the Cosby defender (and victim denouncer) which unlocked that ugly memory. Sometimes, that's how it happens. Actually, that's almost exclusively how it happens with me. I've been sexually assaulted three times and raped once. It took jarring exchanges such as this to get me to recall each one, to open my eyes and mind to what happened to me. I'm not special enough to believe I'm the only one that ever happens to, either. It's entirely within the realm of possibility that such things happened with those accusing Cosby. Those memories don't crop up at times convenient for the law or the fragile minds of vehement defenders and fans. Statutes of limitations don't take into account suppressed memories, healing that takes eons, or news cycles. When a victim says, "I was hurt," you believe them. You believe them no matter how long ago it was, what's going on in their lives now, what's going on in the perpetrator's life now, how much money they have, how much money the perpetrator has, who is famous and not famous, or any other factor you've made up in your head to justify your horrid behavior and mentality. You believe them, because we're just not making this stuff up. We're just not. And it's too damn bad that our experiences are coming out at a time that is inconvenient to you, in a manner you find distasteful, or in implication of a person you think is just too spiffy to do such things. Too. damn. bad.