I Asked My Followers If They Had #MeToo Stories, And This Is What Happened

I Asked My Followers If They Had #MeToo Stories, And This Is What They Said

It's time for change.


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I recently went to a leadership conference where I had the privilege of listening to different speeches from men and women from all over. I attended a talk on sexual assault, and how we need to support and protect survivors, as well as raise awareness of sexual assault and rape.

It's a shame, but the speaker of the seminar pointed out an undeniable truth: that only people who have been sexually assaulted or know someone close to them who has been sexually assaulted care enough to want to make a change. By sharing these stories of these courageous men and women, I hope to raise awareness and share the idea that no matter what, we all should care enough to make a significant change.

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I posted on my social media and asked if anyone had a story they would want to tell. Here are a few of the responses:

*Names have been changed for confidentiality reasons

1. Hannah*, Age 19.

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"I was assaulted twice at 15, once at 16, and once at 18."


I placed trust in you

That you thoroughly betrayed in the hallway one afternoon

Was my 'no' unheard?

My plea for you to stop?


From the feeling of your hands trespassing my body

My hips, to my waist

Underneath my shirt


As you slid your hands places in which they were unwelcome

Trespassing places on my body of which you had no right to

I just wanted to talk

To spend time getting to know you

To experience what I thought was kindness you shared with me

Oh, how could I have been so naive?

Unforgiven II

I had not spoken to you since


Pushed against a wall in another hallway

Lips forced against mine

Hands wandering in places I wanted to be all but familiar to you.




Why did you do this to me?

What did I do to deserve this?

I run out onto the court with a smile

No outward trace of the harm to my spirit displayed on my face as I played

All the while my mind continued rewinding that awful moment in my head

I will never forget your name

Or your eyes that lusted for a body I no longer wanted to own.

2. Taylor*, Age 19

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"It was with a friend of a friend. We had matched on Tinder, but it was one of those things where you just swipe on someone because you recognize them. I didn't expect much, and I actually thought he was a nice guy, so we had hung out one night prior to get to know one another.

It was really late in the night and the only reason I was up was that I was crying about something my ex-boyfriend had said to me. He asked if I wanted company and if he could pick me up. I said yes because I wanted someone to talk to. We ended up going back to his apartment to talk, but I honestly didn't expect anything to happen and was just in the mood for a friend.

We ended up having consensual sex that night. The next day, I felt awful because I realized I was trying to use sex as a distraction from my emotions and did not want to lead him on, so I asked if we could meet in person to talk in my dorm room. I told him that we should just be friends. He tried to kiss me again but I said no. He didn't listen.

He didn't listen and kept going, taking off my clothes. After saying no twice, I shut down and froze. I was scared and upset. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't speak. I just laid there while he raped me. Afterwards, he put on his clothes and left, and I just cried in my dorm room, alone. I told myself that it was my fault because we had already had sex once. But I know now that that does not give someone the right to assume consent."

3. Mary*, Age 20

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"I was at a college event and a guy (I was friends with) showed up almost wasted. I was with friends and we played games, danced to music, etc. The guy started to grope my butt multiple times without my consent. I was uncomfortable and moved away but I never said anything.

He continued to follow me and 'accidentally touched my butt or grabbed it,' and at one point I went to some people I knew hoping they'd help stop him. Instead, they told me that he's just a little touchy when he's drunk, and if I didn't want it, then I shouldn't have shown up.

There's no excuse why I should feel uncomfortable at an event. I didn't ask for it, and I'm still not asking for it - don't blame it on the alcohol. Hold this guy accountable because there are other drunk people who don't grope others."

4. Grace*, Age 19

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"I was 18 and he was 23. I didn't even know that I had been assaulted numerous times until my friend explained that many of the things I experienced during that relationship weren't okay. I ended up having to quit a job I loved because my ex kept harassing me, and when I told my boss, he did nothing. Evidently, my boss told him about what I said, because my ex messaged me months later yelling at me for "lying about what happened", and ended up making new phone numbers just to contact me.

I never pursued a trial because I didn't want to relive what happened to me. I also didn't experience any post-traumatic stress until months later, and even though many symptoms have subsided now, I still am reminded of what happened to me from time to time. But every time I am reminded, I take a deep breath and tell myself that I am worthy of love and respect and that nobody can take that away from me. That's what has helped me the most throughout the process."

5. Hayley*, Age 20

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"My freshman year of college, I had a thing with this guy, Jared*. Jared seemed really sweet and nice, and I was really into him. He knew I'd never had sex before and said he would wait until I was ready, which made me so happy. One night we were getting intimate, and he kept pressuring me to go further.

I kept telling him no, but he wouldn't stop. He kept saying how he can keep going, even when I told him no and that I didn't want to do it. He kept pressuring me and eventually I gave up and told him yes. This was the first time I had ever had sex, and it was non-consensual. To this day, I find it extremely hard to say no to guys in sexual situations, for I have a fear that they won't take no for an answer.

I haven't seen Jared in two years, but he came to my workplace last week. I had a panic attack for an hour and a half, all while having a smile on my face before I could finally run to the back storage room and cry without anyone noticing. Seeing him put me in a funk for about a week, and even brought along suicidal ideation. I have been terrified to talk about this situation but I'm starting to accept that it's a problem that I need to get help for, and that I'm not alone."

6. Claire*, Age 19

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"This one guy from Tinder hit me up at like 3 am and I wasn't doing anything so I agreed to hang out and he came to pick me up. I got in his car to find out he was drinking but still continued to go with it. We drove to where he worked at a recycling yard and we started fooling around, and I started giving him head and he would not let me stop giving him head.

We started driving because he said he wanted to have sex at his place, and he lived about an hour away. The whole time he literally was shoving his dick down my throat. We get to his place and he starts recording me, and I ask him to stop. I tried to get him to stop but he grabbed me and kept repeating, "It's fine, It's fine". Finally, we left his house and went to a gas station to get snacks.

I was the only one who went in, and when I came out, he wasn't there. He had thrown my stuff out of his car and driven away while I was in the gas station, leaving me there with no way to get home.

The second time I was sexually assaulted, it was also from Tinder, about a month after the first time. I went to this guy's house and he immediately started telling me about how I need to respect myself more. We started fooling around and he began to physically hit me.

I got up to leave but he wouldn't let me leave and kept trying to pin me down. I got up and grabbed my things and ran to try to reach the door, but he beat me to it. He shoved me on my knees and made me give him a blowjob. I found out after that he had herpes."

7. Anna*, Age 19

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"I was sexually assaulted by my boyfriend when I was a freshman in high school. We had been dating for a few weeks and we were on our way out of our junior high since it was the end of the day. My school had our lockers listed in alphabetical order so he was in one end of the building, a more secluded area, and I was in the other.

I met him after school at his locker where he led me to this staircase I didn't even know existed. It led to a side entrance of the school that didn't have any security cameras. He pinned me against the corner where the security camera no longer was in view and first just groomed me until he then decided to push down my leggings and finger me. I was only like 14, and I didn't know what to do. I felt guilty about being a bad girlfriend so I didn't say anything."

Hearing these brave stories really made me think about the expectations our society places on men and women. It is completely unfair that consent is misunderstood. The absence of 'no' does NOT mean 'yes'. Coercion until a 'yes' is NOT consent. You cannot consent if you are intoxicated or unconscious. 'No' means 'no', and 'yes' means 'yes'.

We will not allow our voices to go unheard. We will speak out for those who cannot, and we will continue to fight until something is done. I long for the next generation to not understand why we had to have these marches because rape culture will be absolute by then. I want every woman, man, and those who do not define themselves as either who have been mistreated in such a way to know that they are so loved and so brave.

We have a long way to go as a society, and I am so proud of the #MeToo movement because it has given strength to so many survivors who need it, myself included.



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This Is What Happens When You Give Up Masturbating For Four Days

The results probably won't shock you all that much.

So recently "Brohit," a guy on Reddit, gained a lot of attention by describing the amazing things that happened to him when he quit masturbating for 700 days. He apparently also gained an increased attention span, more energy, and found it easier to have actual sex. Well, this intrigued me. I mean, look at how many news outlets ran stories about this. I sure wouldn't mind that level of attention. Because of this, I decided to try and recreate his experiment to see if I could replicate his results. Now instead of just telling you the results I will be giving a detailed description of my experience throughout my endeavors, and although I didn't quite make it to 700 days I still think that the results of my experiment are worthy of at least one article from questionable websites, looking at you "Bro Bible."

Day 1:

So the first day I woke up and immediately started masturbating. I was about halfway through when I remembered that I wasn't supposed to be doing this, but it was kind of too late at that point so I just finished up and decided to try again the next day.

Day 1 (Take 2):

This time, it took me until after I finished to remember about my experiment, it seemed as though I was making negative progress. I decided I'd do everything I could to prevent this happening again.

Day 1 for Real:

It's true what they say, third time is the charm. That, and my plan to teach my phone to auto-correct "porn" to "don't do it." I made it through most of the day pretty easily, just avoided most media. Especially anything with Emily VanCamp in it. Or Chris Evans. I was actually good right up until I went to bed. Here's a fun little psychology lesson, if you do something repeatedly in the same place all the time, your brain associates that activity with that place. It's why they say you shouldn't do stuff in your bed besides sleeping. I do stuff in my bed that isn't sleeping. Mainly masturbate. It's pretty hard to go to bed with an erection.

Day 2:

I woke up pretty frustrated, and equally as erect as when I went to bed. I was pretty committed to keeping going, though, otherwise, that first day would've been for nothing. However, I knew that I couldn't go through another day like that. I decided to try exercising as an alternative for masturbation. I went for a short run and when I got back I felt pretty good. I was starting to feel some of the symptoms Brohit had mentioned actually, mainly the increased energy. This was either the endorphins released from the run or the no masturbation. Since it fit my hypothesis better I decided it must be from the no masturbation. The downside was all this new found energy just made me want to masturbate more. I mean, I had already exercised what the hell else am I supposed to do with my day? I was pretty sure exercising was out after that. Back to the only thing I could do to not get turned on, watching the pilot of Kevin Can Wait on repeat until I fell asleep.

Day 3:

Enough was enough at this point, I had to do what Brohit said he did: Join dating apps and obsessively check my phone waiting for a response so that I could have sex. Seriously, that's something he said he did. I was starting to think this "healthy" alternative to masturbation was a bit off, but at the same time, I still had 697 days left until reaching the ultimate goal so who knows, maybe things would change. I learned two things from dating apps. One, Farmers Only takes the "Only" part very seriously, and two, if you right swipe everybody it's pretty easy to find someone who's up for pretty much whatever. I made it clear what I was looking for so there were no mixed messages, I just wanted someone to come to my room, sit behind me and jerk me off with their left hand so I could go to sleep.

Day 4:

I started off the fourth day pretty optimistically. Apart from being the single most awkward human interaction I'd ever had, the silent dry handjob administered to me by a stranger had really done the trick in helping me get a good night's rest. It did raise a question, though, what was so bad about jerking off? I mean, why was it better for me to stress out checking my phone "every few minutes," like Brohit had, to get a stranger to come and rub one out for me instead of me just doing the five finger shuffle at bed time? So I decided to look up why it was so important for Brohit to have given up masturbating in the first place. I checked it out and according to Planned Parenthood, there's actually quite a few health benefits to masturbation. For those of you who don't trust Planned Parenthood, because you think they are exclusively in the business of baby murder, here's one of those questionably sourced websites that I'm sure you like saying pretty much the same things. Masturbation can, among other things, help improve sex with others, help you feel better about yourself and even make you feel better about your body image. In men it can increase sperm quality and in women it can help reduce menstrual cramps. It turns out masturbation isn't something to quit, it's an activity that may help improve your sexual health and even your overall health. After reading this I opened up a nice incognito window and made God cry with the things that I did to myself. It's a shame Brohit didn't take the time to research masturbation a little bit before deciding to go without for 700 days. At least he got semi-internet famous, though, and in the end isn't that worth it? Well no, probably not.

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I Want To Be Embraced, But Touch Triggers Me

A poem about touch.


I want to be embraced, but touch triggers me,

Because with touch comes vulnerability.

Touch has the power to lift you yet can destroy you if it's unwanted.

We touch to feel, but the longingness to feel something—a body that isn't yours--takes the good feeling away.

It breaks you.

Over and over again you try to train your mind to tell itself that every touch is not bad; every touch won't leave you crying on the bathroom floor asking why this happened to you.

Every touch won't deprive you of your appetite.

Every touch won't leave you numb like you are when you're reminded of the person who took it all away from you.

Every touch is not meant to harm you the way their touch did.

Every touch isn't meant to break you.

I want to be embraced, because it can make me feel safe

It tells me that I am understood—

Not a body for someone to conquer, but one to nurture.

To be embraced is to be loved—by someone, by something.

But when being embraced turns so quickly into being touched, the safety net disappears.

I want to find refuge in your touch, but touch triggers me.

Because with touch came the conquering of my body

With touch, I was left to pick up the pieces of myself, alone.

With touch, I lost sight of my own.

I want to be embraced, but touch triggers me.

Because I'm reminded of the unwanted ones.

I want to be embraced and touched by you, but it's hard to differentiate between the two

The good from bad- the nurturing from the conquering.

They say boys will be boys, but the parents who taught their boys to be boys, turned into men who left unhealed wounds

Touch triggers me, but I don't want it to.

I want to be loved by you.

My mind says to let go and let you.

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