Why I didn’t report my sexual assault
Because I didn’t have any proof that it happened
Because it happened before and who is the common denominator in the situation?
Because I tried but when I opened my mouth, no sound came out
Because I might have been able to stop it, but I didn’t
Because they say fight or flight, but they never mention freeze
Because does this make me culpable for my own crime?
Because is hanging out with guys when you don’t know how to scream no like holding the barrel of a gun to your throat?
Because if all it is now is a memory, will it be less real if no one else knows it happened?
Because I would have, but when the concept of rape is brought up at the dinner table, it’s usually as a joke
Because my pastor emphasizes forgiveness
Because I didn’t want to be the bitter bitch
Because there is such a fine line between justice and revenge
Because sometimes I have to imagine he’s sorry and everything is okay or I can’t go on living like I’m worthy to be alive
Because they said it would ruin his life
Because he said he would kill himself
Because no one asked me if I wanted to kill myself and I confused this for thinking I had no reason to want to
Because I wasn’t thinking about the future
Because I was barely surviving in the first place
Because it’s not something you can bring up without running into a debate
Because I didn’t want to make my trauma into a trial
Because when they mean not enough evidence, they say not guilty
Because I was emotionally exhausted
Because who’s really on trial? Me or him?
Because the burden of proof is heavy and I am already suffocating
Because I have a habit of avoiding things like not thinking about them will actually make them not exist
Because I’ve read the comment section on a news report about assault before
Because by then, I waited too long
Because by then, this somehow is suspicious and everyone will pretend they would have known how to deal with my trauma better than me
Because I don’t feel comfortable when people look at me anymore
Because how do you casually bring up that someone pleased themselves using your body when you just wanted to be left alone? That someone made you feel like an outcast in your own home?
Because I was trying to think of anything but that
Because we have mutual friends and I couldn’t bear the thought of them supporting him
Because I’d rather live in the fantasy world in my mind where everyone supports me
Because sometimes I can’t stop crying and sometimes I can’t start and apparently both of these make me look suspicious
Because I carried on like normal for months afterwards
Because I didn’t want it to be real
Because society asks me to be a survivor, not a victim. So I’ve been trying not to act like a victim
Because I am trying to survive
Because will he kill me? Will he hunt me down? Will I ever be able to turn a corner and not be afraid to see him there?
Because restraining orders are only a piece of paper
Because if I didn’t believe he would ever do this, how could anyone else?
Because the sexual assault counselor told me that guys in our society were just raised that way- rough and without manners, like he just forgot to say please
Because this made me crazy and depressed, and he’ll tell them that I’m only saying this because I’m crazy and depressed
Because it’s not hard for them to believe that a woman might be crazy
Because that’s a lot easier than believing someone would want to treat me like an object
Because it wasn’t clear cut like they make it seem it should be
Because I woke up the next day still in love with him
Because I wanted to believe he was still in love with me