My roommate who was athletic and feminine looking had it a lot worse. It was the first time I had seen any type of sex. It was violent and non consensual, and he was devastated, never the same. I felt faint there was a sense of shock. They involved me (with force) so that I couldn’t talk about it and they stopped me leaving the room. Then they said that’s part of the culture and he’s one of them now or something to that effect and stayed for an hour to see if he was going to talk. Then he and I had an argument and agreed that it just never happened, because being gay (I’m straight) is very much stigmatized and we both didn’t want our parents to find out. He went home I think a year or two later and overdosed and died. Then I really couldn’t talk about it, because my previous silence made me responsible. It depends how you look at it.
I mean you never hear the story of the perpetrators in shootings. Not that I’m condoning anything like that, that’s no solution. But I do understand that level of anger and but for access to a gun at that time I may well have filled those shoes. You can only push an unstable teenager so far, and I expect these things happen behind closed doors quite frequently. I just get so angry thinking about it.
> Then I really couldn’t talk about it, because my previous silence made me responsible.
You were a kid in an impossible situation; you weren't and aren't the responsible party. Most adults couldn't handle that situation, and the adults there didn't handle it at all. Your story and your roommate's story are just heartbreaking to hear. It makes me angry at the adults and, though I try to remember that they are conditioned the same experiences, at the attackers.
