Students who experience sexual violence should know that they are never alone, and there are many ways to ask for help, from contacting the local police department or notifying campus police to seeking support of friends and family or contacting a local crisis hotline.
You might say that rape on college campuses is the subject of the documentary, The Hunting Ground, but it is more about how far major institutions will go to protect their reputation, image and financial position.
He doesn't say he was raped, but he doesn't have to. I know what he is trying to say. Like most victims, the full sentence, "I was raped," is one we resist speaking at all. The label is too grotesque to add to our conscience.
Attending a Catholic College and admitting that you were assaulted can feel so shameful, however it is not shame that you should feel. Rather, by breaking the silence you are potentially helping others to not become victims at the hands of their offender.
A few days before Valentine's Day -- the anniversary of my rape -- I thought about all the times I had wanted to end my life. But this time, I decided to write myself a love letter. This radical act of self-love was the start of a letter-writing project called Survivor Love Letter.
Sexual violence can have such serious and lasting repercussions for survivors and bystanders alike that even one sexual assault is still too many.
In our role as staff members in higher education, it is our job to educate. It is our job to assist and help our students grow. It is also becoming our job to help our students heal. Our impact is much greater than retention rates. Our impact is helping survivors for the rest of their lives.
We believe that a strong, civil rights based campus system is integral to ending this violence once and for all.
As a member of I.M.P.A.C.T (Intelligent Men Purposefully Accomplishing College Together), I take part in frequent discussions about violence against women and the role we play in the overall equation. I've readied myself to be able to step in and prevent assault from happening if the situation presents itself.
I'm tired of feeling alone. I'm tired of not being surrounded by activists fighting for survivors like myself. I smiled at No Red Tape's protest for the same reason I almost started crying with joy when I was accepted to Columbia: I know that, come August, I won't be alone anymore.
I just cannot be satisfied until we are all treated as humans regardless of sex, and I credit The Vagina Monologues for causing this unrest.
I am not writing to critique law enforcement. I am writing to explain how it is to tell anyone the story of your rape, assault, or abuse. This is how hard it is to describe what happened, because your brain has barely let the facts into your head.
One of the most difficult things about working with survivors of violence is helping them cope with the internal and external blame. Yes. Victims blame themselves as much as we blame them.
As a faculty survivor activist in the new campus anti-rape movement, it is unsettling to witness the "appalling silence of the good people," especially those who hold the greatest power to address the crisis: faculty members.
I am survivor of domestic violence. It has taken me many years to feel comfortable writing that. After finally finding the courage to face that truth, I now find I must face a new truth, a truth that I am still having difficulty coming to grips with, especially given my organization's focus on elevating college students.
It's been 10 years and my go-to is still to downplay it. Call it The Incident. Maybe if I'm feeling extra self-aware, I'll call it The Assault. But then I think about it and remember things, and it takes a lot of self-control not to backtrack.