In the women’s bathroom of my building, someone wrote:
"1 in 3 women at this university is sexually assaulted.
I am one.”
And someone else added “me, too.”
This is relatively new graffiti. It appeared in the last few months or maybe half a year. Over time, I have seen a “me three” appear and then a “me four.” As of this past Friday, eight women have anonymously disclosed their sexual assaults on that wall.
I think this is a lot of what happens - solitary, under florescent lights, young women scratch their pain onto steel walls, hoping to excise it from their skins, relieved and sickened they’re not completely alone.
At freshman orientation we had a woman from the police force come to talk to us about sexual assault. It was a lot of “don’t leave your drink unattended” and “don’t go into a strangers room by yourself”, but the one thing I will never forget is her telling us not to report a rape/sexual assault to a female police officer because she is more likely to judge you. She will judge you. That was the moment I realized that as a woman I am not safe in this society and it will stay with me forever.