I thought I was over it. Everything happened so long ago that it seems like someone else's life. But this year, and this week especially, has brought painful details of my assault and the aftermath of telling people back into clear focus.
I guess I am remembering that barbershop and the new, painful way that I think of it today – Was I listening to the victims play their accordions as I got my haircut? Did my cherished memory take place within their nightmare? – because of Bill Cosby’s conviction for sexual assault last week.
A 16 year old male grabbed a 15 year old girl's crotch three times, and while he was convicted on assault, the allegation that this was sexual in nature was dismissed. What does this mean?
The California judge who drew worldwide condemnation for giving a six-month sentence to a Stanford athlete convicted of sexual assault was not biased and acted in accordance with a probation report, the state's judicial oversight commission said Monday.
I understand the pain these women experienced, and the pain they are going through all over again by telling the details of their encounters to the world.