Personal Narratives


I remember

Their names are not important
Their face become faceless
in a sea of people that look just like them
I remember, I will always remember
Even when I try to forget
the events in my life that I had no control over
It had everything to do with power
and making sure I had none
As a women,
my existence was designed to never stand a change
Wishing the world could see into these eyes
what I do not have the strength to verbalize
and they made me believe
that I could hold on to my beliefs better if I was just silent
So no wonder
I can’t see my reflection in their mistakes
I like they-are broken
Shards of mirror hurting everybody around me
And they left me with the impression that my kin was harmless
But I will never Photoshop the truth
As a means to appease the discomfort of the truth
My truth
That the physical pain is always secondary
to how much my mind hurts
So I’ll take back the night or nights
That shattered my being
and turned me into the fractured patchwork entity
of the person that I use to be.
So I heal, As they heal, as we heal,
I will remember
so that my never again,
will simply be someone else never.


As a feminist, lesbian, and women studies major, I lived in an echo chamber in college. I had heard about sexual assault cases including situations in which people didn’t believe the victims, but deep down I never thought something like that could happen to me.

Victim shaming, community was too supportive for that to occur-tome.

But then one evening after getting drunk at a party, a beloved student in my dorm raped me. I reported it, and the word inevitably spread. Much to my surprise my fellow RA’s didn’t believe me. The folks who I thought were my friends began having their students threaten me on their behalf. They posted up signs when they knew I was going on rounds of the dorm with drawings of me, labeling me as a snitch and a liar. It tore me up inside to lose the community of my staff more than the event itself did at the time. I lost trust in people and lost a core part of my inner self. My sense of positivity just disappeared. It took years for me to accept the rape itself. I always just pushed it out, and thought to myself, "it happened, it's not a big deal." 

Years after graduation, when I became a full time dorm director, one of the RAs I supervised reported that she had been raped, in a very similar scenario as me. It broke me, all over again. Only worse this time because when it happens to someone you care about, somehow it's worse than enduring it yourself.

Now here I am, still a professional in the collegiate setting, and when I think back to those times, I reflect on how I’ve gotten here, to where I am. And how my dream of working with college students, while now slightly colored by trauma, is very much alive and in action today. My experience, no matter how terrible, became the point at which I evolved into a fierce advocate for others, and pushed to be a source of support and light for others whose “safety bubble” might become shattered, too. And I’m proud to continue the fight every day.


I  have known that the movie Rocky, along with the other posters are  reminders for me to keep going, go the distance, and make it through the day. Without thinking, I said to myself, then when you do get trough this-you're  somebody, you're not nothing. You're not a mistake. I was flooded with emotion, and I cried a bit.

When  I first saw the portrait you took of me I felt uncomfortable. I always thought  I was better at hiding it. I showed the image to my wife, her reply: "yeah, that’s right. That’s you alright". 

I don't feel the need to forgive my parents for what they did to me. The term forgiveness doesn't make sense to me. It's no longer about them but rather about my choices now. I want to be happy and healthy. 


I  have all of these rushing emotions: anger, fear, sadness, guilt, shame. They  pour over me like water; they engulf me like flames. In moments of clarity, I  see the pain, the hatred, and the evil of this world. I see people trying to  survive in a world that is fighting against them. The world had devoured mysoul.

I  am hungry for love in a world of hatred. I seek out other souls, and cling tothem, because if I let go, I have one less ally. 


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