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There was a park and families came to enjoy the sunset in the evenings. When I was twenty, I went running on a bike path along a river in the city where I was a student. Some guys don’t listen to locker room banter. I chose well and never had to deal with the latter. Would he put a blanket over me and be kind, would he push me aside in disgust or anger at not getting what he wanted, or would he take the opportunity to go up my shirt or down my pants? I needed to know if I could trust him when no one was looking. If a guy showed interest and seemed safe and we started dating, I pretended to get drunk and pass out, just to see what he might do. There was nothing I could do to avoid that. I didn’t drink alcohol in high school it would have made me feel too vulnerable.īut simply being a woman made me vulnerable. I started wearing my brother’s clothes-baggy sweatshirts and jeans so big I had to roll down the waistband to keep them up.
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I ran into that boy at a Christmas party decades later. But I thought he wanted to be my boyfriend. Maybe I shouldn’t have let him hold my hand. He looked at me with a blank face and dead eyes. The next day I tried to talk to him, to tell him what had happened wasn't okay.
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Perhaps his ears were too full of locker room banter. I said, “No.” I said, “Stop.” I tried pushing him away. When I was fifteen I was date raped at summer camp by a boy I had a crush on. I pretended I was okay, but I tried to kill myself not long after that. How had this happened? Had he started listening to locker room banter? This man had known me since I was nine - he had two daughters. It took twenty years and much therapy before I could tell her the full story, before I could admit it even to myself. I told my mother only that he had propositioned me, not anything else. I went to school the next day, sitting in class like nothing happened. He told me it was “safe” to have sex with him - he’d had a vasectomy and wouldn’t get me pregnant. He sat on my bed, ran his hand under the covers and put his fingers up inside me.
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My mother’s boyfriend came into my room to say goodnight. The second time I was kissed I was twelve or thirteen. More than 4,400 people shared this story, and hundreds commented with their own devastating stories in the comments. I was reading Beverly Cleary books and wishing I could be a horse.ĭo you think he had been listening to locker room banter?Įditor's note: Tara Weaver posted this essay on her personal Facebook page after the second presidential debate, when Donald Trump said that his talk of sexual assault was merely locker room banter. I don’t know why he thought he could do this.