My first time storys full#

It took twenty years and much therapy before I could tell her the full story, before I could admit it even to myself. I told my mother only that he had propositioned me, not anything else.

I went to school the next day, sitting in class like nothing happened. He told me it was “safe” to have sex with him - he’d had a vasectomy and wouldn’t get me pregnant. He sat on my bed, ran his hand under the covers and put his fingers up inside me. My mother’s boyfriend came into my room to say goodnight. The second time I was kissed I was twelve or thirteen. More than 4,400 people shared this story, and hundreds commented with their own devastating stories in the comments. I was reading Beverly Cleary books and wishing I could be a horse.ĭo you think he had been listening to locker room banter?Įditor's note: Tara Weaver posted this essay on her personal Facebook page after the second presidential debate, when Donald Trump said that his talk of sexual assault was merely locker room banter. Without the generous alum network and financial support of the Mount Holyoke community, I can confidently say that I would not be where I am today.I don’t know why he thought he could do this. And I wouldn’t be able to do any of it without the financial help I have received. When I think about the reasons I am so lucky to attend Mount Holyoke, it’s the small things that come to mind: watching the leaves in the trees on Skinner Green change colors a little bit more every day as I walk to classes in the fall, frantically texting my friends to wake them up on the morning of Mountain Day, working late into the night with my fellow FMT majors to perfect an edit of our latest short film and getting a latte from the Frances Perk cafe before I settle into my homework for the day. I can’t wait to see what the rest of my Mount Holyoke career has in store for me. As with my creative writing class, I stretched myself creatively in ways I previously never thought possible. I just recently finished a short documentary centered around the Mount Holyoke dance department. Before the end of last September, I finished my first-ever short film. In my video production class, I was able to connect with many other FMT majors, making bonds I’m confident will last a lifetime as we all attempt to navigate the industry together. I’m really proud of my work and am even prouder of myself for having done it. I also had the opportunity to push myself out of my comfort zone and experiment with writing poetry for the first time. Thanks to my creative writing class, I had an excuse to set time aside specifically for writing fiction, a pastime I treasure greatly. My classes were very much focused on the humanities, and I loved being able to flex my creative muscles. I couldn’t help but think about just how comfortable I had made myself and been made to feel by others at Mount Holyoke and how lucky I was to get to be a small part of a college like this.Įntering my second year at Mount Holyoke, I threw myself into my academics and extracurriculars.

I remember walking across Pageant Green for the final time that year, having just completed the long trek from MacGregor Hall to my shift at the Frances Perk cafe in Williston Memorial Library. As I packed up my dorm room and prepared to say goodbye to Mount Holyoke for the summer, I realized just how much I would miss my little college life when I returned home. I settled in for my first year away from home, but I wasn’t alone.įlash forward to May of 2022. I attended every talk or event I saw a flier for, became an active member of the campus MassPIRG group and attended film society screenings as often as I could. After my last year and a half of high school being online due to COVID-19, it was a relief to take classes in person and get to know my classmates and professors. I hit the ground running, making friends in my orientation group, getting to know my roommate and trying desperately to find my way around campus without getting lost. But once I got here, it was like my world turned upside down - in the best way. I was headed to a brand new place, hundreds of miles away from everything I had ever known. I love being able to people watch as I’m studying, to see students darting to and from class or heading into the Dining Commons for lunch as I’m catching up on readings or writing my latest essay.Ĭoming into my first year at Mount Holyoke, I was terrified. My favorite place to study on campus is the upper floor of the Great Room in Blanchard Community Center. I’m part of the class of 2025, a proud Green Griffin, and a prospective film, media, theater (FMT) major. My name is Brigid Mullen, and I just completed my sophomore year here at Mount Holyoke College.