Content warning: Prior to reading, please note that this blog entry contains information about sexual violence.
This blog entry provides perspective on one UAF
student's experience and it includes local, national and international
resources for others.
Shame. It
can be a noun. A painful feeling of humiliation or distress caused by the
consciousness of wrong or foolish behavior. Humiliation. Mortification.
Chagrin. Ignominy. Embarrassment. Indignity. Discomfort. A loss of respect or
esteem. Dishonor. Disgrace. Discredit. Degradation. Disrepute. Shame can be a
verb. A person, action, or situation that brings a loss of respect or honor.
Shame can be used to “take down a peg or two, cut down to size”.
It was 4am,
I was on the phone with my mom. She just received difficult news from me. We
had one of those crucial conversations one prepares for but hopes never becomes
a reality. For the life of me I wish I could remember what she said about
shame, her passionate 5-minute rant on why shame and guilt are emotions that
infest our minds, which feed off the negativity of doubt and loneliness. How
she defined shame made me quit crying. Made me listen and reevaluate my
position. There was strength lurking under this blanket of shame that society
threw over me. I made my bed with it, without questioning its ethics, its
morality, and slept there content in hiding my experiences from the world.
Let me
rewind a bit. Mid-October. It is 9pm, I am seated next to a police officer as
one of the most empowering women I know lets her story of shame spill out of
her mouth. Her eyes. I am thrown back to the moments of my shame. Their
creation. Born from slaps and spilled beer. I remember exactly how it felt to
be alone, in a foreign country. Her confession makes me realize what I tried to
hide from myself. Where the puzzle pieces from the last two years finally
situate themselves to paint the picture of truth. As they come together, there
is no denying the picture they create.
This is
also the start of the spiral. A movement into myself that dug up my past trauma
from the grave I tried to smother it in. I fell apart. My identity shattered
into a million pieces once I recognized my trauma. The mind is powerful. I lost
some of the pieces. I replaced them with the ones I dug up. I am in transition.
I am confused by identity. I doubt every action, every thought. I try to
distance myself from the truth to find some sort of resemblance to that past
girl. It does not work. The distraction only lasts so long until a word, a
look, a thought, will send me right back into that bed. The pit in my stomach
contracts, and I am consumed by that night. This is what I am fighting through
in classes, struggling to maintain composure. When out with friends, this is
why I drink minimally for fear that anymore will open my vault of self-control.
These are the thoughts I try to force away while I get ready in the morning,
hoping I can keep the facade together.
I am
vulnerable. I am raw. I have hit the point of acceptance, one that has allowed
me to recognize that what I went through is not new, is not rare. In fact, it
seems to be “normal”. Through my newly begun process of healing I have come to
terms with the fact that I cannot continue to be silent. In my spiral, I saw
the details more clearly. I am not at fault. I did not deserve this. I do not
need to carry the weight of loneliness conveyed through dishonest conversations
and actions.
I was raped
while on my foreign exchange. By another foreigner. I won’t tell you the
details. Not what country, or who he was. None of it matters. What matters is
that it happened in the first place. Sexual assault does not affect just UAF or
the US. It affects the entire world. The circumstances of an individual's
traumatic experience vary drastically, which only complicates the prosecution
process further. In a foreign country, as a foreigner, it becomes even more
convoluted, as definitions of sexual assault differ, or in some cases, don’t
exist. Abroad, I had no direction following this trauma. I did not believe the
reality of what happened.
Two years
later, I find myself taking the action I wish I had known existed. Title IX,
contacting an advocate, counseling. I googled “sexual assault on exchange”, the
results were troubling. Troubling because all of them were either like mine,
too old to be of use, or the processes of investigating sexual assault in the
host country is mediocre at best, or layered under social and cultural customs.
In most cases, the perpetrator is let free. The woman is shamed. Lack of
resources, reported cases, general discussion has made me feel directionless.
This directionless search is suffocating, especially to someone like me who has
always had a vague plan of my next step. Right now, I don’t have a next step.
Instead, I
have found a release from this constant anxiety. I will take up this new
identity, and sew it into the quilt of my life. I did not want this piece, I
fought to hide it. Now it is mine, and I hope that there comes a time when
nobody has to do the same. How? It started with women who were brave enough to
fight the systemic injustices, who through their own beautiful risings showed
me that honesty is powerful. It continued with me writing this, and it will
continue with you reading it.
Recognize
the actions that lead up to an assault, the “normal” behavior that leads to
such violence. I had a wonderful time dancing that night, as the hip,
foreign-club played bands like the Red Hot Chili Peppers. It was something that
had the potential to be a highlight of my time abroad. Some will disagree, will
argue that we each had a choice. Or that my experience is invalid because of
its circumstances. I will argue that while we each made our decisions that
night, to go out, to dance, to drink, none of those decisions should have led
to rape. No decision should ever lead to rape or abuse.
I don’t
know who made him feel as if he was unlovable, when it happened. Maybe he was a
young child or maybe it was much later in his life. Whatever the circumstance,
he selfishly used his loneliness and his inability to recognize that loneliness
to take advantage of me. Without a thought, he used me for a minute’s worth of
pleasure, subjecting me to years of emotional turmoil. If we do not do
something about how our societies teach boys and girls to view their sexuality,
view love, view relationships, do not recognize the responsibility we have of
shaping society, we will never make progress away from this perversion of
intimacy.
Going on an exchange did not cause this to happen. My being alone did not cause this to happen. I am not even sure what did, and I will not take fault for it. On most days I am fighting with my mind, urging myself to let go of the blame and guilt I have layered over the assault. I am choosing daily to not be afraid. I am choosing to continue pushing the boundaries of society that define acceptable and unacceptable behavior.
-Gigi
Here is the best
resource I could find on sexual assault abroad after searching the internet for
resources:
And the story that led me to it: http://www.cosmopolitan.com/politics/news/a33849/how-the-united-states-government-handles-rape-overseas/
There many options for help if you have
experienced a sexual assault, want more information on how to handle sexual
assault, or want to become more involved:
UAF Campus Resources
Resource & Advocacy Center - Confidential
A program of the Interior Alaska Center for
Non-Violent Living
UAF Wood Center Room 130
Phone: (907) 474-6360
Email: uafadvocate@iacnvl.org
Website: www.iacnvl.org
UAF Student Health and Counseling Center -
Confidential
612 N. Chandalar Drive,
PO Box 755580
Fairbanks, AK 99775-5580
Phone: (907) 474-7043
PO Box 755580
Fairbanks, AK 99775-5580
Phone: (907) 474-7043
Office of Diversity and Equal Opportunity – Title
IX Reporting
Nordic House, 739 Columbia Circle
P.O. Box 756910
Fairbanks, AK 99775
Phone: 907-474-7496
Email: uaf-deo@alaska.edu
Website: https://uaf.edu/titleix/
Nanook Diversity & Action Center
101K Wood Center
505 Yukon Dr.
P.O. Box 756640
Fairbanks, AK 99775
Phone: 907-474-6029
Email: UAF-SAO@alaska.edu
Fairbanks Resources
Interior Alaska Center for Non-Violent Living -
Confidential
726 26th Avenue, Suite 1
Fairbanks, AK 99701
970-452-2293
Toll Free: 1-800-478-7273
Statewide Resources
Alaska Network on
Domestic Violence and Sexual Assault
130 Seward St., Suite 214
Juneau, Alaska 99801
andvsa@andvsa.org
(907) 586-3650
130 Seward St., Suite 214
Juneau, Alaska 99801
andvsa@andvsa.org
(907) 586-3650
Website: http://www.andvsa.org/
National Resources
RAINN (Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network)
National Sexual Assault Hotline 800.656.HOPE, online.rainn.org
Website: https://www.rainn.org/
Know Your IX
NCEDV (National Coalition Against Domestic
Violence)
NNEDV (National Network to End Domestic Violence)
International Resources
SASHAA International
Toll-Free Crisis Line (available 24/7)
Outside the U.S. and Canada, follow these two
steps to contact the toll-free international crisis line:
- Find your country-specific AT&T direct access code here.
- Dial your AT&T access code and, at the prompt, enter this phone number: 866-USWOMEN (866-879-6636).
To call the crisis line from the U.S. and
Canada,
dial 1-866 USWOMEN (1-866-879-6636).
dial 1-866 USWOMEN (1-866-879-6636).
Article on how to respond if someone comes to
you with their story:
Additional Resources:
Definition of shame; accessed 1/24/17; https://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF-8#q=definition%20of%20shame
What Consent Looks Like;
accessed 3/3/2017; https://www.rainn.org/articles/what-is-consent