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Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
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#1 I am shy. I’ve never asked a question in a large lecture hall. I’ve always rolled my shopping cart back to its place of origin if there’s no more half-and-half on the counter at the coffee shop.
#2 I went to Stanford with my parents. I was dropped off near the Stanford bookstore, where on rainy days my mom had brought me for hot cocoa and madeleines. I drank whiskey straight, unapologetically, freely.
#3 I was at a party, and I was bored. I began freestyle rapping about dry skin. I was extremely tired, and I had outgrown everything around me. I was lying in a narrow bed with plastic guardrails on each side, an adult crib.
#4 I always wondered why survivors understood other survivors so well. It wasn’t the specifics of the assault that we had in common, but the moment after, when we are left alone and confused.

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Publié par	Everest Media LLC
Date de parution	19 mars 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781669354390
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I am shy. I’ve never asked a question in a large lecture hall. I’ve always rolled my shopping cart back to its place of origin if there’s no more half-and-half on the counter at the coffee shop.

#2

I went to Stanford with my parents. I was dropped off near the Stanford bookstore, where on rainy days my mom had brought me for hot cocoa and madeleines. I drank whiskey straight, unapologetically, freely.

#3

I was at a party, and I was bored. I began freestyle rapping about dry skin. I was extremely tired, and I had outgrown everything around me. I was lying in a narrow bed with plastic guardrails on each side, an adult crib.

#4

I always wondered why survivors understood other survivors so well. It wasn’t the specifics of the assault that we had in common, but the moment after, when we are left alone and confused.

#5

I was taken to the SART building, a sterile room with one toilet. I had trees shed from above, and everything felt wrong, but I felt a deadened calm. I did not understand how I had ended up in that situation, but I was calm.

#6

I was given an orange folder with black-and-white xeroxed packets about PTSD, crooked staples, and convoluted lists of phone numbers. I was not alone, it said in bold letters. I was not to blame.

#7

I had to take off my clothes and stand naked in front of doctors who were taking pictures of my body. I was terrified, but the nurses’ gentle voices helped me relax.

#8

I was given a hospital gown and escorted into another room with what looked like a dentist’s chair. I lay back with my legs spread apart, feet perched on stirrups. Above me was a picture of a sailboat, thumbtacked to the ceiling.

#9

I understood the hands on my shoulders were keeping me from falling into an abyss. I gave my body over to them, while my mind bobbed in the light stream of conversation. The primary feeling was warmth.

#10

I wanted to beat my head against the wall, to knock the memory loose. I began twisting off the caps, pouring the glossy shampoos over my chest. I let my hair drop over my face, scorched my skin, and stood among a scattering of empty bottles.

#11

The detective continued to question me, asking if I had hooked up with anyone that night, and if so, who had permission to touch me. He was withholding information because the investigation was still pending.

#12

I was upright, unshakable, I was the adult showing her that the other strangers in the room were kind. I did not know that any of my body parts had been exposed. I told myself the crisis had been averted, and we were free to leave.

#13

I was not ready to go home to my parents. I needed time to think. I was convinced the police would tell me a man tried to do something but did not succeed, and that everything was an error. I wanted everything to go away. I went to In-N-Out Burger.

#14

I was determined not to let anything dark enter my home. It was a place where everything grew and all spills were forgiven. It was where anyone was welcome at any time of day.

#15

I didn’t know that money could make the cell doors swing open. I didn't know that if a woman was drunk when the violence occurred, she wouldn't be taken seriously. I didn't know that being a victim was synonymous with not being believed.

#16

When I got home, I told my parents that I had gone to the party with a friend, but that I’d had to leave early because I’d gotten sick. I didn’t want to tell them that I’d been kidnapped, because I was afraid they’d think I was lying.

#17

I was found by two Stanford students, and when I didn’t respond to their questions, they called the police. When I was brought to the police station, I was perplexed by the calmness of the people around me.

#18

I made two things clear: no one was to contact my parents until I knew what happened, and I never wanted to see or be in contact with whoever this man was again. I was led into a waiting room with dusty trophies while Tiffany went in for her interview.

#19

I had a very simple reaction to the morning my father tried to kill me: I put the memory of it inside a large jar and locked it away. I did not know that he had been released on $150,000 bail less than 24 hours after being arrested.
Insights from Chapter 2

#1

I was working at a start-up creating educational apps for kids, in a one-room office with eleven other people. I had no room for words such as rape, victim, trauma, attorneys, or abrasions. I had my own word bank.

#2

I was always independent, and I didn’t want to lean on others. I had seen my mom wept when one of our dog’s new puppies had suffocated, and I had realized that they were not invincible.

#3

I had never seen the man in the police blotter. His name was Brock Turner, and he had been charged with five felony counts: rape of an intoxicated person, rape of an unconscious person, sexual penetration by a foreign object of an intoxicated woman, sexual penetration by a foreign object of an unconscious woman, and assault with intent to commit rape.

#4

I was soon contacted by Detective Kim, who explained that when the report was filed it became available to the public, which was how the media found it.

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