My husband and I were recently in beautiful Prague for a weekend getaway. One thing I love about spending alone time with him is all our interesting conversations. We have the best conversations. He is genuinely interested in what I think about things and I really appreciate his points of view.
One particular conversation I want to tell you about was when we were in a taxi in Prague on the long ride from the airport to the city center. We were talking about some mutual acquaintances when I suddenly remembered an experience from years ago when I was still a student. I was at a party. It was before we were married, but my husband and I were already a thing then. Still, he wasn’t at that particular party.
I remember it was fun party. I was surrounded by friends and people I liked and we were all having a really good time. Then, hours into the party, I suddenly found myself on the floor with a guy, one of the mutual acquaintances my husband and I were talking about in that taxi in Prague, on top of me. I was pinned down by his body and he was kissing me on the neck. When I think back, I think about how absurd the whole situation was. I’m not even sure how I ended up on the floor on my back because it all happened so fast. But there I was and I couldn’t move because of his weight.
Luckily, this all happened in the middle of the crowd and not somewhere secluded in another room because people immediately came to my rescue and pulled him off me. And then the party just when on like nothing. But it did make me very uncomfortable. It was not my habit to make out with other guys at parties when my then boyfriend-now husband wasn’t there. And after that, things were never really the same between my then friend-now acquaintance and me. I would shudder whenever I thought about it.
I must have not ever mentioned it to anyone because fast forward almost 30 years, when my husband talks about this particular mutual acquaintance of ours in the taxi on the way to Prague and I mention it, he is shocked. I ask, haven’t I ever told you about this before? He says, no you haven’t!
So, I tell him about it. 30 years seem to make it easier to talk about, but I wonder why I haven’t ever mentioned it before.
Well, thinking about it, I do actually know why. I never mentioned it before because I was embarrassed. I wondered whether it was my fault. Had I done something to encourage this guy? Had I done something to suggest I wanted to make out on the floor in the middle of the party? Had I done something to provoke the whole situation? If I had, I certainly didn’t want anyone to know about it. I was mortified.
Now, almost thirty years later, I know that it wasn’t anything I did or didn’t do. I was just being me and I was not responsible for this other person’s choices and actions. I thought he was my friend. I thought he was my husband’s friend. We were surrounded by a bunch of other friends and we were all having fun. I wasn’t asking to be tackled to the floor and slobbered on.
But this speaks to a bigger problem in society. The problem is that we almost never talk to men and boys about how not to assault women sexually. But we do spend a lot of time and energy telling girls and women what and what not to do, how and how not to act, how and how not do dress, and where and where not to go in order to not get sexually assaulted.
It’s like we think men can’t control themselves, so we work with the women instead.
So, when you think about it, when a woman or girl does get sexually assaulted it isn’t very surprising if her first thought is maybe it was my fault?
Women can do and say all the ‘right’ things and still get assaulted. But even if they don’t. Even if they break all the so-called rules on how to act and dress in order to be safe, sexual assault is still not okay.
Sexual assault is never okay. Sexual assault is always the responsibility and fault of the person committing the assault.
So, no, it wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t anything I did or didn’t do. And I was lucky; it didn’t lead to anything worse because I was surrounded by people who helped me. Not everyone is that lucky.
But if you’re reading this and wondering the same thing, please know that it really wasn’t anything you did or did not do.
It wasn’t your fault.