There are times I did not want to be touched. Your attorney has repeatedly pointed out, well we don't know exactly when she became unconscious. Your points of attack were so weak, so low, it was almost embarrassing. If I told them, I would see the fear on their faces, and mine would multiply by tenfold, so instead I pretended the whole thing wasn't real. The trauma of being sort-of raped evaporated fairly quickly. See, one thing we have in common is that we were both unable to get up in the morning.
No, not even water?
You don't know me, but you've been inside me: Letter from rape survivor to her rapist
Secondly, you should have never made me fight so long to tell you, you should have never done this to me. At the bottom of the article, after I learned about the graphic details of my own sexual assault, the article listed his swimming times. Goes along with that, like a side effect, like fries on the side of your order. But in fact I have nothing but compassion for my sort-of rapist, the same kind I reserve for every miserable man, woman and dog on this planet. The world is huge, it is so much bigger than Palo Alto and Stanford, and you will make a space for yourself in it where you can be useful and happy.