Me #metoo Story

I’m not exactly sure where you begin with something when you title it #MeToo. My initial thought is that I don’t want to discredit it or use it inappropriately. I’m a huge supporter of the brave women and men who have come forward. Because of their bravery I felt empowered to tell my story too.

For the longest time when I thought about #MeToo simpler instances of men in my dating life would come up. Instances that were less than appropriate, but nothing that any other woman hasn’t experienced either in the work place or on a bad date. Of course, nothing inappropriate should ever happen in the work place or on a date, but as we know it can. But, my actual #MeToo story never seemed to register when I heard other people tell their stories because I kept it locked up tight where no one would find it.

The shame I’ve carried from it has remained so deeply tucked into my body that it was only up until a year ago that I started to unravel it properly. My heart had made a firm decision with my head to keep this secret hidden and to never let anyone know. Because when it happened everyone knew and I couldn’t escape it. I’ve spent every year since then hoping that no one would find out — until now.

A note from a friend in my yearbook that year read, “I started this year thinking you were a total slut and now you’re one of the best people at this high school. I’m really gonna…