As you probably know, someone started a trend where people post “Me too” if they’ve experienced sexual harassment or assault. It’s not a perfect campaign, but I’m glad it happened anyway.
Why? Because it finally gave me an easy way to out myself as a survivor!
I made sure to think things through before making a hasty decision.
First, I asked myself why: to raise awareness and I’m sick of hiding this part of myself.
I also asked myself what the downside is. And that’s when I realized that I don’t care anymore what people think. Most people by now aren’t stupid enough to think that sexual assault is the survivor’s fault. If they do, that’s unfortunate but I don’t really care. It doesn’t change the truth. However, I did hide the post from my dad, his girlfriend and my brother. I’m not ready to have that conversation with them just yet.
I also realized there’s really no better time to do it. By doing it now, I can blend in with the many people doing it, which means less attention. I just want to acknowledge it and move on.
I also really like that it’s simple. I’d originally planned this big post where I explain the effect this has had on me and more… but people don’t necessarily need to know that. I don’t owe them an explanation.
So I decided to do it, posting simply “Me too.” right before I went to sleep. As I typed the two words, my heart was pounding, but then I was excited. I would finally be getting this off my chest!
The next morning, I wasn’t anxious like I used to think I would be after “coming out”. Many people saw my status throughout the day and reacted to it. No one commented, no one sent me a message and no one said anything in person. It sounds kinda sad, but I’m actually thankful for it. Sympathy is nice, but I know people care already. And I don’t really feel like talking about it.
But here’s the thing. Yes, I’ve “come out” on Facebook, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to start using my real name in this blog. By using a pseudonym, I can say unfiltered things that acquaintances, family members, classmates, etc. don’t really need to know.
So there we have it. The surprisingly mundane story of me “coming out.”
Thanks for reading this post! You can find my backstory here.