Roller derby, sit down for a second. We need to talk.
It’s taken me eight years to write down what I’m about to say. Not because I’ve forgotten what happened to me or because it doesn’t affect me. I’ve waited because I didn’t think my story was worthy of reporting, and lacked the bravery and self worth to say something. I feared the things they’d say.
“That’s just what happens at after parties.”
“It was probably just a misunderstanding.”
“It’s not even that bad. It’s not like you got raped.”
“Get over it.”
“I don’t believe you.”
I’ve held onto this fear for eight years. Until now.