College campuses are notorious for their high instances of rape and sexual assault. Yet my university, the greatest and wealthiest in the world, could not even provide me a rape kit.
Being sexually assaulted had paradoxically made me ignore his sense of safety and his agency. I was passing on to him the burden of my assault without his consent.
We forget the ones we left behind, and we push others further behind still.
It is frightening how hard it can be to find support at Harvard. I was shocked by how easy it was to hide my pregnancy.
Every sexual assault is different. Every victim’s story is unique. In my case, nearly 14 years ago, Harvard stepped up.
I’m writing this piece as I’m sitting in my own dining hall, only a few tables away from the guy who pressured me into sexual activity in his bedroom, one night last spring.