Rebekah Monroe

essay / sexual assault / rape culture

What if less than two years after you graduated high school, your former principal

approached you and asked what happened with your high school sweetheart, why it didn’t

work out?

What if you spilled your guts about it, and how you’re now living in a city for the first

time at 19, and within your first five months you were sexually assaulted multiple times?

What if your former principal probed further and further, told you the solution is to stay

away from alcohol and stick to jacking off, then asked you, "what do you think about when

you’re masturbating?"

What if nobody was as disturbed by this as you were?