The Call for Uniform Affirmative Consent Policies on All College Campuses
I recently had an unpleasant surprise when a friend asked me, “How was it hooking up with ___________?”
Feeling the familiar gut punch at the name and fighting flashbacks to the worst night of my life, I replied, “Well, he raped me. So not great.”
My friend was deeply apologetic for having brought it up.
They also were confused, because my rapist boasted and laughed about our encounter with friends, painting it as a fun, consensual hookup. Meanwhile, I was wrought with devastation.
There was an obvious difference in the way my rapist and I had interpreted the incident, and his response gave little indication of any remorse for the irreparable damage done that night.
A disturbing thought formed: What if he doesn’t know what he’s done?
Is it possible that my rapist doesn’t know he’s a rapist?
“Is it possible that my rapist doesn’t know he’s a rapist? “