Posted on 10/23/2017 8:36:48 PM PDT by Tolerance Sucks Rocks
Me, too.
That phrase has floated around social media all week, a trend started in response to the recent sexual assault allegations against Hollywood producer Harvey Weinstein. The premise is simple, if not oversimplified: Shift the focus away from predators and onto the victims.
Tens of thousands of women—and men—have shared their stories of rape, sexual assault, or harassment under the hashtag. For some, the only words that came were “Me, too.”
I process through writing. This week, I have written something incredibly personal, for a trend no one—including myself—expected me to participate in. I believe I owe myself a voice, and for that reason, I share my story with you.
Me, too.
This wound is still fresh. Not long ago, shortly after moving halfway across the country to Washington, D.C., I was roofied in a bar. I recall telling myself I would just have one drink, since the friends I was supposed to meet canceled on me. The next 12 hours are black. Not figuratively black, but literally black. They do not exist in my mind except for a handful of hazy, dreamlike snapshots of context-less moments toward the beginning and end of that period.
What I know from hospital staff is that someone called an ambulance after finding me screaming for help in a Metro station, a strange and as-yet unidentified man at my side. I was covered in vomit and incoherent, but even drugged-up Amy still put up a fight—apparently, I was kicking at the EMTs.
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When I was young and stupid I still took “No” to mean No. Violating a somnolent female would have been evil, even in my hormone drenched and stupid mind, so I never did it despite the occasional opportunity (it was the 70’s and the Rohrer factory was about twenty miles away). Later I had two daughters, and if anyone had drugged and raped them they could find the deepest hole and it wouldn’t have been deep enough for me to not find them and remove their tender parts sans anesthetic.
Roofied?
Rohypnol, the so-called date rape drug.
Everything in life does not need to align with a political ideology. Certainly not rape.
I drugged and raped everyone I have ever met.
Slang term for a drug (Rohipnol) slipped into a drink. It incapacites the victim.
I have close relative that was drugged on a cruise. She had no recollection of events. Terrible.
Haven’t you been locked up yet, Dr. Huxtable?
Yeah, because none of them could stand you otherwise.
Personally I love the doc accusing her of doing meth, while she’s recovering, because her meds pinged on the tox scan. Arrogamt idiot.
It’s TWOO. It’s TWOO.
You can’t touch me. I’m Bill Cosby.
Dang I must have met you once. were you that lawyer who saw me playing volleyball on the beach and fed me that martini?
Everyone you met, Bill?
Even the guys?
Everyone. Even those with no gender.
Them in particular.
OMG Laz, you are so insensitive!
But that is why we love you LMAO
Ever since I watched “The Hangover,” the term “roofied” has cracked me up. I realize being roofied in real life is not very funny.
It is my only redeeming feature.
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