Take Back the Night
High school is a critical venue for discussing sexual violence and the increasing prevalence of campus rape in the media.
If you have not already done so, now is the time to talk to your son, your daughter, or your best friend and tell them if they are sexually assaulted that you will be there to support them.
People from all over are headed out to the city streets, the country roads, and the night sky with our vigil candles to burn away the pa
He doesn't say he was raped, but he doesn't have to. I know what he is trying to say. Like most victims, the full sentence, "I was raped," is one we resist speaking at all. The label is too grotesque to add to our conscience.
In our role as staff members in higher education, it is our job to educate. It is our job to assist and help our students grow. It is also becoming our job to help our students heal. Our impact is much greater than retention rates. Our impact is helping survivors for the rest of their lives.
I am not writing to critique law enforcement. I am writing to explain how it is to tell anyone the story of your rape, assault, or abuse. This is how hard it is to describe what happened, because your brain has barely let the facts into your head.
One of the most difficult things about working with survivors of violence is helping them cope with the internal and external blame. Yes. Victims blame themselves as much as we blame them.
Good girls who question become bad girls. Heck, good girls who don't question are always on the edge of being considered bad girls anyway. The goodness of a girl is devastatingly fragile. So, instead, my education took place in secret.