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Me Too

Emily Beaucham Student Contributor, University of Kentucky
This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UK chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.

Photo By Mihai Surdu

 

This past month there was an overwhelming amount of Facebook statuses and tweets holding a simple message stating, “Me Too.”

 

Following that was the explanation, “If all the women – and men – who have been sexually harassed or assaulted wrote ‘Me Too’ as a status, we might give people a sense of the magnitude of the problem.” There were close friends, family members, old teachers and people I barely knew sharing this status, but I was struggling to post it myself.

 

I struggled because the only people I had told about my assault were my mom, my sister, my best friend and my therapist. I struggled because those people only knew about the one assault. I struggled because they did not know about the boyfriends’ that had pressured me into sex, they did not know that I still struggle with the memories. I struggled because I was never one to talk about myself openly like that.

 

Making this status was like the dream where you show up to class naked and I felt naked in front of hundreds of people. So, I posted it. I stood in my nakedness for everyone to see.

 

I immediately felt embarrassed and uncomfortable. The embarrassment came from the fear of what others were going to think of me after reading this post – were they going to look down on me, or were they going to see me differently now?

 

My uncomfortableness came from the realization that I just shared this huge part of me with people that I would have never considered telling. Let’s face it, you do not really just tell the people you work with about being sexually assaulted.

 

I could have just deleted the post and pretended like I never even posted it. I made that post over two weeks ago and I am still tempted to just delete it and forget it. Why don’t I?

 

I do not delete it because a week after posting it I received a message from a friend I have known for 14 years telling me that they have been through a similar situation. I do not delete it because if I delete it, I feel like I am still trying to pretend like none of it happened. I do not delete it because I feel like if I delete it, then I am silencing my voice and that I am silencing the voices of those that need to see this message. I do not delete it because there are so many people that need to feel heard. I do not delete it because I need to feel heard.

 

Posting it made me uncomfortable, embarrassed and terrified, but it gave me a strength I did not know I had. I posted, “Me Too” for everyone to see and maybe it will give others a sense of the magnitude of the problem.

 

My hair is usually frizzy and I’m usually craving coffee. I’m a senior at U.K. majoring in Secondary Education with a focus in Social Studies and minoring in Anthropology. I’m so happy to be writing for HerCampus, and so blessed to be on our executive board for my senior year!