Even though today isn’t a Womanly Wednesday, when my friend Brittany emailed me about sharing her story my answer was a resounding YES. I’ve known this girl since we were in middle school and remember walking with her through lots of what she describes in this post. The realities of sexual assault and its devastating consequences are absolutely heartbreaking and I hate that one in four college women experience this to some degree. Brittany, thank you for sharing your story of pain, darkness, and ultimately, healing. You are more than a survivor – you are a radiant, courageous, and strong woman and it’s an honor to know you.
It’s been seven years and as each year goes by I tell less and less people because although it is apart of my past it does not define me.
Seven years ago, I was sexually assaulted at my first college campus. I refer to it as “the incident.” Yes, I was drinking. Well, to say that is an understatement, I was wasted, smashed; I could barely stand. I was wearing a cute party dress with tights and high heels because like any other 18 year old who wanted to party, I was dressed for the night.
