When I was in graduate school, a fellow philosophy graduate student, a classmate, the "star" of the department at the time, sexually assaulted me in the living room of my little three-room ground-floor apartment.
I was sitting in a kelly-green armchair that I had bought for $10 at a secondhand store.
Do you believe me?
He had come to my place on the pretense of filling me in on some work for classes that I had missed that week. So, it must have been a Friday evening or a Saturday evening.
No one else was there to see what he did. No one else was there to see that he did it.
Do you believe me?
On separate occasions shortly thereafter, I told two of our male professors what had happened that evening.
I think it happened in the evening. I think it was around 8 o'clock in the evening. But it might have been around 6 o'clock or even 5 o'clock in the afternoon. It gets dark early here in the Winter.
Do you believe me?
One of the professors snickered when I told him. So I changed the subject.
The other professor looked away when I told him. Then he changed the subject.
Do you believe me?
posted by Shelley
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