I’ve been writing this story for months.
Writing it in my head, over and over.
Here’s the short version.
Please keep in mind.
This is my story.
My experience, not yours.
I was there.
You were not.
It was just an ordinary day, until it wasn’t.
A student walks into my office.
Her face is flat, devoid of emotion.
She is traumatized.
What is happening?
Slowly, she begins to speak.
I am listening, really listening.
Suddenly, I am traumatized.
Traumatized by her pain.
There are rules.
Rules about reporting sexual harassment.
I follow the rules.
I report what I have heard from the student.
I also report what I have experienced.
I am confident that the student will be protected.
That I will be protected.
I am wrong.
So very wrong.
And so it begins.
Whispers, disparaging remarks, shunning, hostility, untruths,
And on and on, and on.
A victim has now become the villain.
I am confused.
I am angry.
I am sad.
I am tired.
And, I am not the person I used to be.
But, I AM STRONG.
be | the light
MHCC Events Coordinator