Me, too. Those two little words have been swirling around my head for the past week…. The first post I read was on Instagram, and despite the pangs of sadness and anger, the overwhelming feeling was one of collective empathy - painful as it might be, we are in this together - no woman is alone in her experience of sexual assault, abuse or harassment. The problem of course is that so many of us carry these things alone. Never in a million years did I think I would ever share my experiences publicly… Yet seeing the collective power of women bravely telling their stories, I suddenly felt compelled to be a part of this.
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At sharp, he was in the back parking lot, headlights switched off. As for me, I think my hands were shaking, and I know my heart was racing. We entered the pool area, and I turned the lights on. It was totally silent. Just the few quiet sounds of the blue expanse before us - half of it beach-style entry, two feet to five feet deep; half of it the deep end itself. Six to twelve feet. As for me, I wore a white bikini and white bottoms that concealed very little - I felt very soft and cold, and I wanted terribly to press myself up close against Alex and have him hold me. But the voice in my head reminded me that there were far, far greater pleasures on offer tonight. But first - let me show you something.
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It was only about five feet deep, but it felt like a separate world, under the water. I thought everyone else had gone, but she was still there, waiting for her mom who was running late and she found me crying in one of the shower stalls. People talked about the Olympics, told me I was going places. I just shook my head at her, and she sat next to me and let me cry for a while. We crunch through the snow and into the gym. In the locker room we strip off our parkas and boots, slip on our suits and swim caps. I could go with you. When Cora and I were freshman, we shared headphones on the bus to meets, singing along to whatever was playing at the top of our lungs. When I completely bombed my first meet, she cheered me up with adorable animal videos on the ride back. But then Coach Wrede yells for us to hustle, and we rush out of the locker room and into the water.
He has changed a lot throughout this process, but I don't know what he will be like once we are finished. When she had a strict 6: If there was a disagreement, one person was supposed to submit to the other, consult a rulebook that covered almost everything, or turn to a church leader to decide for them. That is her ultimate goal when it comes to dating and choosing potential mates.