Sexual Assault: My Account
“I want to be able to say I was with Kjirsten Randall”. He actually said that. I’m looking around like “Who? Me???"...Apparently I was the shit in high school and didn’t know it, so I found that quite an odd statement to direct to a miserable, skinny, pimple faced girl with low self-worth, who was bullied all through school and couldn't wait for it to end. Going to school each day activated my undiagnosed anxiety disorder. I was never prepared for whatever unwelcome scenario lie ahead of me each day and lived in a constant state of fight or flight mode, and it affected my concentration, my grades and how I viewed myself; these things factor into why I believe this happened to me. The day started out typical, just the end to an ordinary high school day and the beginning of track practice. I remember the day as vividly as anyone who has gone through such trauma. I was on my period, in the gym, laying on a stack of mats, dressed in my track gear, willing the intense cramps t