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What I Do To Stay Safe (or This Conversation Needs To Change)

I think most people have heard of Sarah Everard by now. But if you haven’t, she was a woman who was walking home in London and went missing. She did everything you are supposed to do when walking home. She stayed on well-lit roads, even if it took her longer to get home that way. She let people know she was on the way home. Yet, a police officer saw her, kidnapped her, and murdered her.

This story is not unique. It disgusts me that it’s something we hear of far too often. And what makes me even madder is what the conversation is like around what happened. People wonder what Sarah did wrong. They ask why she was walking alone. They want to know what she was wearing so they can blame the victim for her own murder. And women are sharing the dozens of safety tips that they do to stay safe to help others stay safe. And then there are the people who are saying that women shouldn’t be out on the street at night or alone.

All of this reaction is putting the blame on the victim. No matter what she was doing or wearing, she did not deserve to be murdered. Why are people trying to blame her for what happened and not the accused murderer for what he did? The reaction shouldn’t be what women need to do to be safe. It should be on the men who are usually behind attacks like this.

I’m aware that it’s not always men who are the attackers, but it’s a very high percentage. And yes, not all men are attackers. But women don’t know what man is a safe guy and who will snap and attack. So many women are talking about what they do because of the fear that we were raised with. And I’m not an exception to that.

I do so many things to stay safe in my life. When I’m home, my doors and windows are always locked. I even have extra protection on my windows so they cannot be opened from the outside if the locks fail. I also now have a camera at my door that records anyone who comes near my front door so I don’t have to open it if I don’t recognize the person. When I’m in my car, I immediately lock the doors whenever I get inside. I lock them before I even start the car. If I have the option to park somewhere that there isn’t a car next to me, I will do that. I typically walk with my keys in my hand.

When I go out on dates, I have even more precautions. I always will tell at least one friend about the date. They get a screenshot of the guy’s profile so they have a photo of them. I text my friend the guy’s first and last name, phone number, where I’m meeting them, and what time I’m supposed to meet them. I also will text if I end up going somewhere else (like when I start a date at a bar and we end up going to dinner). And I will text when I’m on my way home. I also usually tell the guy that I’m giving their information to a friend in case something happens. I figure if the guys know that someone has their information, then maybe if they were considering doing something wrong they won’t since it will be easy to catch them.

Even with all the things I do to be safe, I’m not always as safe as I’d like to be. I’ve been grabbed and groped before. I’ve had dates where I was terrified and hid somewhere so the guy couldn’t see where my car was because I didn’t want to be followed. I’ve had an employee from where my date was at walk me to my car because I didn’t want to walk alone.

Do I like feeling like I always have to be on edge? No. I hate it. And I hate that this is how most women are raised to act. And I don’t think many men have realized what we do to be safe until someone tells them something. And there are too many men who react to women protesting by saying not all men are evil like the attackers. But that’s not the point.

Men need to start holding each other accountable for their actions. If they see someone acting in a way that isn’t right, they shouldn’t be silent. If a guy sees a friend saying how they are going to walk up to a woman and not leave her alone until she agrees to go out with him, they shouldn’t watch it happen. And they need to realize the fear that so many of us live in each day. I’ve seen some guys post about how they are going to make sure that it never seems like they are following a woman on a street. If they happen to be walking behind them, they might cross the street or take another way. I understand that everyone might not understand why a guy should have to do that, but I know how worried I am if a guy is walking behind me and I don’t know if they are just walking or if they are following me. Taking away that worry is something simple that means a lot.

The reaction to what happened to Sarah and so many other women is not to tell women how to be even safer than what they have been doing. The only way that Sarah could have stayed safe would be if she was in her home and never went outside. And for many women, even being home doesn’t keep them safe because men have broken into homes after following someone. Blaming the victims for not being safe enough isn’t going to stop these attacks. Holding men accountable for their actions and not saying things like “boys will be boys” when they do something wrong is what we need to do.

I’m tired of hearing people saying things like “if only she wasn’t walking alone”, “she should have walked with a male friend”, “she was asking for it with that outfit”, “if she knew self-defense, she would have fought him off”, and other things like that. Let’s start by saying that the men who do these things are to blame and that we cannot let them get away with their actions without holding them accountable. And that’s not the only thing we need to do, but it will be a start.

Continuing To Share My Experiences (or This Is Going To Be Vague)

First, I have to apologize that a lot of what I am going to write in this post will be a bit vague. But it’s for a good reason. And hopefully, you all will understand.

I’ve been pretty open about my crazy experiences with dating. Almost everything I post has something funny or an element of humor in it. Even the stories that are about rejection or being hurt is usually done in a positive way. Most of those stories have a lesson that I can share that makes them not as bad. And even the stories about me being heartbroken are able to have something good in them. I haven’t been hurt that much, but when I have it’s usually something I can move past or learn from.

But I have also had some bad experiences with dating that I wouldn’t want to happen to anyone else. I know that my experiences are not unique and they are way too common, but knowing that I’m not alone in those experiences doesn’t make it better. But we are now in a time where more people are coming forward and sharing what happened to them so people don’t have to feel alone. And there is research being done to understand how common this is and what people experience after something happens.

Through a friend, I learned about some research being done about dating and experiences like mine. I can’t go into a lot of detail about what they were researching or what the plan is because they are still working on it and I don’t want to ruin anything they might be doing. But when I learned about what they were doing I was intrigued. And when I learned that they were asking for people to share their experiences, I filled out the form that was online. In the form, it asked if we would be willing to speak to someone further about our stories and I clicked that I agreed to that. But I figured that they probably had a ton of people who said they would talk so I didn’t expect anything to come from it.

But last week, I got an email from someone involved in the research asking me if I was still willing to talk to them. I didn’t respond right away because I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to do this. Even though I am pretty open here about what I’ve been through, I am in control of what is written here. If someone else was writing about me or sharing my story, I lose control or what bias might be added. But after thinking about it for about a day, I decided that there was no harm in at least talking to them on the phone and finding out more about what they were doing or what they wanted from me.

I had my phone call earlier this week, and it wasn’t easy. Sharing some of these bad experiences that are still fresh in my mind did make me cry. Fortunately, the person I spoke to understood and wasn’t impatient or frustrated that I needed to take moments when I did. They told me I could end the call whenever I wanted to or change my mind about wanting to share what happened. I was given a few options with how they could potentially share my story, and I decided that they could share it in their research but that they wouldn’t use my name or any identifying details about me. I feel like that’s probably the best option because I don’t necessarily want it to be connected to me but I don’t want my story to be ignored.

I will have at least one follow-up call in the next week or so, and there may be more calls after that. Once things are further in their research, they may have more questions for me or want some things to be clarified. And I’m willing to do that. The hard part was sharing my story and being vulnerable in allowing someone else to share it. Now, hopefully, the follow-up call (or calls) will be a bit easier and not as intense for me. And if this research does use my story and something comes of it, I will probably share it online. I don’t know if I will share it and say that my story is in it, but I can decide that if/when it happens.

It’s interesting to me how it can be so easy for me to be open at times and how difficult it can be at other times. But no matter how tough it was this time, I have no regrets. Sharing what happened to me does give me some power over the situation. I can make sure that people hear my experience and I can hope that they will understand what happened. I got some judgment after I wrote my blog post about it and people said I was overreacting to a bad date. But I know that’s not what happened to me and I will take opportunities when I can share my side of the story so the next person who experiences this hopefully won’t get the same judgment that I got.

A Story I Didn’t Know If I Would Share (or Having Complicated Feelings About People)

I know that the news all over the world has been covering the helicopter crash that killed Kobe Bryant and 8 others. I’m guessing the news in LA might be covering it a bit more since it is a local story and Kobe Bryant was a huge figure in this city. I don’t have a lot to say about the death besides how awful it was and that it’s so sad that so many families lost someone. I’ve never really watched basketball so I haven’t necessarily followed Kobe through his entire career. But I knew who he was and what he meant to the entire city.

But since the news of his death, there has been another side to Kobe’s life that was brought back up. And that’s the story of the sexual assault allegation against him.

I was aware that he was accused of assault and I know that Kobe wasn’t a perfect person. He admitted as such. But to see some people saying how it is wrong to be sad that he died because of what he did hasn’t been sitting right with me. People are complicated and nobody is completely perfect. And to demonize someone, especially after death, for one thing they did in their life doesn’t feel right. People are allowed to say that this happened and that perhaps the woman who accused him of assault is going through a rough time seeing his name all over the news and not being able to escape that. But at the same time, he was more than someone accused of assault and there are so many people mourning his life. There is nothing wrong with being sad about the loss of something who meant a lot. And there’s nothing wrong about having conflicting feelings about how to react because of his past. But I disagree with people who say that being sad is disrespectful to the woman he assaulted.

With so many people bringing the assault story back up again, I looked more into what happened. It was a huge story back then and I heard so many people talking about it. A lot of what I remember hearing about the story was how he was a cheater for being unfaithful to his wife and not as much about what happened to the woman he assaulted. I remember the case was dismissed, but I never really thought too much about it. So I probably only knew a few main points about what happened and not really the full story. But after reading about what happened, I didn’t realize how close to home this story would be.

The story I’m about to write is one that I questioned if I should ever share. A few people know that this happened to me, including my therapist. I’m ok and I’ve processed it. But I feel like I’ve processed it a different way after looking into the story of Kobe’s assault, his statement after it happened, and how people are treating it now.

Almost 2 years ago, I was assaulted on a date. This wasn’t the first time this has happened in my life, but it was the most recent and the one that I think sticks out the most in my mind. And the thing about it was that it took me a long time to even realize that I was assaulted. For a long time, I just thought I had a bad date. I feel weird calling it an assault because I still have complicated thoughts about what happened. But what I do know is that I did not want something to happen and because I wasn’t able to say no that it did. According to many people, that is assault. Even if that feels like too extreme of a word for what happened to me.

I don’t feel the need to go into a ton of details of exactly what happened. But I was on a second date with someone who I wasn’t sure I was interested in. He was aware that I wasn’t sure about him and that maybe he and I were meant to just be friends. He seemed willing to take things slow to see what would happen. Our second date ended up being hanging out at his place to watch a movie. I felt safe going over to his place, plus a friend had the information of where I would be. And for the first few hours, everything was fine.

We were cuddling on the couch when he decided to make the next move. I do not remember exactly what happened, but I do remember freezing. I didn’t say no and I didn’t fight him off. But I know that I didn’t say yes. But I’m guessing that because I didn’t say no or fight him, he assumed that meant I gave consent. There were no obvious signs that I didn’t want him to do that, but I also didn’t give him any signs that I did want to.

This is the reason why I believe the idea of “no means no” is wrong. I fully believe the guy who assaulted me feels that it was consensual. I actually feel a bit guilty that he has no clue that I did not want to do this and that he thought I was a willing partner.

My mind has blocked out a lot of what happened that night, but I do remember that I was laying in his bed wondering how I was going to leave several hours later. I was still worried for some reason about being rude. I don’t know why I cared about being polite, but I did. I remember waiting there and the alarm on my phone finally going off. And once my alarm went off I felt like that gave me a way to leave. I made some sort of excuse about having to be somewhere in the morning and left. I unmatched with him after that and never spoke to that guy again. And for a long time, I blamed myself and felt like it was a bad date and that’s it.

It was 6 months after that happened that I told a friend that story and they looked horrified. They said that it was assault because I never consented. I tried to tell them they were wrong, but the more I think about it the more I realize that’s true. But I never really did much about it.

I wasn’t going to report him because I do believe that he thinks that everything was fine. So many people don’t realize that a lack of consent is an issue because they only think they need to worry if someone says no. If I heard about him being accused of multiple assaults, then I might go speak to someone. But for now, my decision isn’t to do anything and I am ok with that. I don’t need anyone else to be ok with it.

When I was reading the story of what happened with Kobe, so many parts seemed the same as my story. She thought it was assault and he thought it was consensual. People questioned if it could be assault because he didn’t say no or fight him off. She participated in what happened even if she didn’t want to. People said she didn’t look upset after it happened so they didn’t think anything bad could have happened.

And reading Kobe’s statement expressed what I would hope the man who assaulted me would say if he was ever confronted with what I think. While Kobe believed it was consensual, he has since learned that it was not. He didn’t question why his accuser did what she did and he expressed remorse about what happened. I know some people say that it wasn’t a truthful statement from him and he was doing it to look better, but I choose to believe that he believed what he said and that he did rethink what happened that night.

I don’t necessarily have a point to sharing my story other than to say that this happens and that assault can be complicated. Even I struggle with the idea that this was assault and not somehow my fault. I struggle with guilt that I somehow am hiding something from the person who did this to me and that he should know because he has a right to know that it was wrong. And to say that the situation that happened with Kobe and his accuser is simple is probably not accurate. And because it was complicated, people can have complicated feelings about it. We shouldn’t judge other people by how they feel about a particular situation. We shouldn’t judge someone by how they react to an assault and we shouldn’t judge someone by how they react to a death.