Politics are politics. It’s formal, it’s informal. Negotiation, governing, foreign affairs, power, money, rank, conspiracy, espionage, equality, freedom, lies. Those are just a few of the words that can be equated to politics.
What I am about to share isn’t about politics, if you don’t want it to be. It is, however, about the fact that PEOPLE, not just one ignorant individual that happens to be running for the highest ranking position in our country, are basically saying that sexual assault is ok. I’ve got news, it 110% is NOT ok. Sexual assault isn’t something you joke about, or brag about, or carry out. It is wrong on every level to any person of both genders.
When I was 6 years old I was molested by my mother’s roommates boyfriend. His name was Ron. This went on for over a year. I won’t go into the details of what happened…you can read that in my book…but let me tell you that I am now 41 and to this day I remember it as if it were yesterday. Sometimes I wonder if it was a bad dream, or if it was something that I made up because I honestly can’t believe that my little body and mind endured what it did. It was the first of many times that I, myself, have been sexually assaulted. I never told anyone until 3 years later, after it happened a second time. I was 9 years old and it happened while I was in Nevada visiting my dad. My dad and his girlfriend left my brother and I with her dad so that they could go do whatever it was that they had to do. I don’t remember his name but I recall his hair color and the way his feet looked because that was what I was staring at as he had me bent over his knees with my pants down. I could vomit typing this…but, the reality is…this IS my reality! As it is thousands and thousands of other people.
I eventually told my mother when we got back to Ohio and that is when I told her about Ron. She screamed and cried and asked me why I never told her. I was afraid. I was afraid of what would happen to me. I was afraid no one would believe me. I was afraid of being afraid. Fortunately, for me, my mother did believe me and at the time, that was all that I needed.
I felt a sense of relief after confiding in my mother. However, I was still afraid. I was afraid that it would happen again, and it did. I used to sleep in bed with my mother when I was 9 because I was desperate to be close to her. That, unfortunately, didn’t stop her from allowing her boyfriends to sleep in her bed when I was in there also. I remember waking up to my leg being moved around. When I finally awoke completely I realized her boyfriend had my leg bent and was rubbing and pushing my foot into his crotch. It was hard. I felt it on my foot. I quickly got up and went down into the kitchen to get some water. He followed me downstairs and as I was about to walk back into my room, he stopped me and asked me if I was ok. Are you f*ucking kidding me? I nodded my head and walked into my room and slept in my own bed. I wasn’t afraid to tell my mother this time. She was furious and disgusted. She confronted him and guess what? He denied it and called me a liar.
There have been so many times since then that I have been touched without giving my consent. Whether it be at a concert and having my ass grabbed a million times, or having two male classmates chasing me down so that one of them could hold my arms behind my back as he told the other one to shove his d*ick in my p*ussy. I’m beyond disgusted as I’m writing this and the reason why I am sharing is because this type of shit happens all of the time!!!!
For the people out there making jokes, bragging, laughing or shrugging off the “locker room” talk of sexual assault and trivializing the seriousness of this I feel sorry for you. I hope that it never happens to you so that you don’t know how me and thousands others feel.