Mom, I have something to tell you

Mom,
It's me, Martha, your baby (I know that I usually hate it when you call me that). I have something to tell you. I know that you will not believe me and that you will say that I am lying and that I'm telling you this because I want attention and that I want to hurt you (at least this is what you always used to say when I would tell you important, emotionally hurtful things like this).

Mom, On January 22 of this year(1997)I was sexually assaulted while I was working security in Crampton, my residence hall at school. This guy that I hardly know was hugging and kissing me and I didn't want it to happen, but he was not catching on to the nonverbal messages that I was sending out (See, I can be the lady that you want me to be-now if I loose the weight and turn straight, would you be happy with me?). I went through the campus judicial system and the district court system, but to no avail. I told the truth (like a lady should-see, mom, I'm learning), but he LIED and got away with everything. Right now, I am starting to go through the emotional pain of recovery from this trama of sexual assault. All that I want sometimes is for you to come up to school and hold me and tell me that things will get better. But you would never do that. Hell, in real life, you do not even know.

by Martha