First of all, I'm so grateful for the good work you all do, and to be a part of the Me Too movement. Thank you so much! I have found the healing work from sexual assault (s) is tricky stuff, very tricky. The Me Too movement has certainly made progress in many areas providing platforms for women to do both personal healing and social justice work. Sadly, all that doesn't simply undo what's been internalized as we grow up and even as grownups. Like all of us here, I too have felt the hurt of internalized messages that pitted me against myself. Even as a feminist and activist who "does her work" all my adult life, those messages have really been something big for me to contend with. Being well aware of how we tend to internalize society's messages about us, which is even worse for BIPOC, you can imagine the shock I felt when shame and self-blame arose within me after I was sexually assaulted last fall. Because of the embarrassment and self-blame that showed up so strongly, there were very few people I turned to for help. The shame even wanted me to not tell my own therapist about what happened! Thankfully, a wise friend strongly encouraged me to tell my therapist about the assault anyway. She told me that silence is exactly how shame works and to not give it the power to cause me further psychological harm. Easier said than done, but I did end up telling my therapist, and am glad I did. I also found myself reaching out to sexual assault hotlines a few times, and the women on the other end were so kind and supportive. They reminded me that it was not my fault, that I/we always have the right to say no regardless of what led up to the assault. But calling for help was tricky too. I didn't want my local sexual abuse hotline to know that I called. Why? Shame. Blame. Embarrassment. It told me that I'm too old and should know better. Those messages had me feeling embarrassed and believing that I let the assault happen, could have prevented it if only... Another reason is that I facilitated a {~Local Event~} evening, a sold-out event, and donated all the proceeds to my local sexual violence service center. My phone number is still from the state I used to live in so instead of leaning on my own community's resources, I felt safer to have that distance from my own hotline location. The irony was just too much to bear. It's only been a year since the assault. My body has had a hard year culminating in a spinal injection for the herniated disks that happened from "the incident". I still can't practice my beloved yoga without reinjuring myself, an all too frequent reminder of what happened that fateful night. It could have been worse if I had not said no. I could have been raped and more greatly injured. Being pushed down and my body being twisted was bad enough though, and I still need to heal from the whole ordeal. I also need to do further healing work from all the rapes I experienced as a teenager. Since I've shared my story here, I'm beginning to feel that perhaps I will even be able to reach out to my local center for support. Much good will come of it. I've decided that I can trust myself enough to reach out. I know what I need and have been avoiding it, but as we say, I've got this.