Against my better judgement, you're all about to read one of the most personal things I've written. Because why not? It's much easier to say these things to a bunch of people you've never met, after all.
After Michéle is assaulted (the first time), she cleans the broken dishes off the floor, throws away the dress she was wearing, takes a bubble bath, and orders sushi.
After I was assaulted, I asked him to drive me back to my dorm, took a shower, went online, ate some late night ramen, and went to bed. Back to classes as usual the next day.
I didn't cry. I didn't think it counted as assault. I mostly withdrew. A blank stare became the…