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  • Where were you? What time was it? Were you alone?

    They make it about you.

    Why didn't your friends make sure you got home safely?

    They need to make it about you.

    Were you drinking?

    They don't even know that they do it.

    Should you be drinking with MS?

    They do it anyway.

    What were you wearing?

    They run through scenarios inside their heads, and it doesn't make sense.

    Did you tell them to leave you alone?

    Nothing makes sense.

    You must have done something. You had to do something.

    If they can just figure out what you did wrong, then they can avoid it.

    Did you run?

    They will be smarter.

    Did you scream?

    They will stay safe.

    Did you act like you were afraid?

    They need to find something to fix, and you want to find it, too. An answer. A key.

    Did you act like you weren't?

    But it's not your fault.

    Did you have mace?

    It is not your fault. It wouldn't matter if you were running naked and drunk down the middle of the street at 4 a.m.; nobody had the right to hurt you. Nobody had the right to take your things.

    Pepper spray?

    You weren't naked or drunk, and it wasn't 4 a.m.

    I bet this makes you want to carry a gun.

    It doesn't.

    You probably wouldn't have used it.

    You didn't realize how much danger you were in until it was too late. Even if you'd had some sort of weapon, mace, pepper spray, or a gun, even if you had been carrying a knife, the odds were still in their favor. Three men. On drugs. One of you. If you'd had a weapon, they would have taken it, and they might have used it against you or someone else.

    It should be safe to walk home at 8 p.m. on a Thursday night.

    It should be safe.

    I'm sorry this happened to you.

    It's not your fault.
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