UPDATE: Their website is now live with stories both in print and audio. Also there will be an opportunity from to discuss the stories and sexual assault in general from 5:30-7:00PM in Redfield proctor. Here is one of them:
A full McCullough Social Space
‘It Happens Here,’ a sexual assault awareness event organized by a diverse group of students who want to “start conversations about the complexities of sexual assault on our campus,” is going on right now. The group has been collecting anonymous monologues from students about their personal stories of sexual assault. 23 students submitted poems and monologues describing personal experiences with sexual violence. 5 students will be reading their very own stories aloud.
Here are some more details from their about page:
We hope to share anonymous student monologues with the school describing personal experiences with sexual violence, sexual disrespect, or even miscommunication. We want to hear your stories. This project wants the girl who wasn’t sure, the boy who never said no but also never said yes, the person who decided to touch first and ask later, and the one who was violently raped. It needs the guy who intervened when a girl couldn’t stand up, the one who was roofied and the person who dropped in the pill.
Right now these monologues are being read aloud. This is the second annual ‘It Happens Here’ event, and it’s not only filled up McCullough Social Space (nearly 400 capacity), but spilled into Crossroads as well (probably another hundred people, with more coming in now)…
…where it is being projected.
Both rooms are completely silent. The stories have been honest, detailed, and frequently graphic. Familiar names like “Atwater” and “orientation” and “winter ball” and “Tavern” are jarring to hear in conjunction with deeply disturbing stories of everything from verbal assault to rape. Two students have also given spoken word performances about personal experiences with sexual assault.
Here are a very, very few (rough) quotes we’ve heard so far (these by no means do the monologues justice, but hopefully will provide a hint of the sorts of things expressed in the event happening on OUR campus). We will keep updating this:
“To this day i have never felt so worthless as i did in that moment.”
“Why does consent mean not saying no instead of enthusiastically saying yes?”
“I pushed him back saying I was a virgin and I wasn’t okay with it. But I couldn’t say no again…I could only imagine what he shoved into me was two fingers because one couldn’t possibly be that painful.” Continue reading