Miranda (16:19)
Second semester of my senior year, we traveled again. We went to Camp kcactf in Texas. I was so ready to graduate. I was over being in school there. KCCACTF should have been the most exciting trip for me because it was my last one. All of my peers were partying and hanging out and I chose to stay in our hotel room by myself. And I think that that was just an indication into how ready I was to move on and particularly to not have to have him be in my life anymore. And he knew that. But despite that, was still trying to text me a lot. It really at that time grossed me out in a lot of ways because it was so obvious that I didn't want to speak to him in that way and he was still actively trying to press my boundaries. He was the head of the department, so he would show up in outside rehearsals or to my scene design class, which he had no business being in, just to like Pop in and see what's going on. It's a signal that he's still around. I remember feeling just very exasperated by having to navigate through all of this. By my last semester in school, the veil had been completely lifted, and I had no interest in seeing him at all once I had graduated. I graduated in the spring, and then that summer, he would text me quite often and I would ignore him because at that point, I genuinely needed nothing from him. So I chose to not engage at all. That summer, I auditioned for Oklahoma. Shakespeare in the park, and I got cast in a lead in the Tempest. Somehow he found out because he was pretty active on social media, so he could see stuff that I was posting and I was running, like, promotions on this show and stuff. He might have texted me and been like, I'm gonna come see you. But he never really told me when exactly he was coming, So I couldn't mentally prepare myself. And he just showed up. Of course, it's like a public event, so he can come. But it was quite jarring to see him. He talked to me a little bit afterwards. That would have been the last time that I ever saw him at all. Then the fall of that year of 2019, I broke my leg falling off of a scooter. And he found out through one of my friends. He sent me a long text about if I ever need anything to let him know. And he broke his leg once, and he misses me so much and he loves me. I just didn't respond. His attempts to contact me at this time were pretty desperate. He then sent me a long Snapchat message about how he was acting in a film and fell on stage because he wasn't eating or something, and he had to go to the hospital. He's sending me this long message and is ending it by being like, the whole time, I only thought of you. I miss you so much. I love you so much. I hope that you're well. Really trying to make me feel bad for him, I think, because he also sent me, like, a photo of his head bloodied, which is disturbing. Around this time was when I was toying with the idea of filing my own Title IX against him. So I screenshot the message. It's on Snapchat, so you can see when someone screenshots your message. So he knows that I screenshot it. Me screenshotting it, and then him getting the notification. I was hoping that it would send him a clear message to not contact me. And truthfully, I hoped that it scared him. I didn't respond, and I Blocked him on Snapchat, I blocked his phone number, and I blocked him on Facebook, Instagram, and every other place that he could exist in my life. This was probably in, like, September or October of 2019. I hadn't made any decisions about whether or not I was actually going to file with the university or not. But I knew that I probably was going to do something someday because not being in school had given me all this time to reflect on what really happened. And so I screenshot it and kept it because I was like, I think I'm going to need this. At some point in November, I broke my leg. I couldn't walk for three months. By the time that I could start walking, it was March of 2020, and Covid had happened. So I had had six months of reflection to really be alone with my thoughts, which was, at the time, really difficult. In that timeframe, I was seeing everything through a new eye. Finally being able to realize that I had experienced such a, like, manipulative level of abuse was really difficult to process, and I had to do it by myself. I had an excellent support system, but no one knew. I sought out therapy, which I think saved my life in a lot of ways. I had an excellent therapist at the time, and when I started going to therapy, I just went and sobbed for a full hour. It took a lot of courage to even be able to tell this stranger about what happened. I think it took several sessions before I was really able to express why I was there in the first place. I then decided that I wanted to file a Title 9 complaint against him. I didn't go to therapy with the intention of filing anything. I went with the intention of trying to. Trying to make it better. I filed my Title IX through the university. It was official, and it was with the Director of Employee Relations. We had, like, an initial zoom meeting once I filed the Title ix, and she was like, I really want to speak to you about this in person. And so we had a zoom call. And that's when I would have told her about everything that happened in depth. In addition to what I had submitted to them, which was incredibly thorough document. I reported it and typed out a bunch of stuff, listed my witnesses. My therapist was very supportive of this, mostly because filing the Title IX meant that I had to start telling my support system what happened to me. It took so much work for me to even be able to tell Olivia, who had been my best friend for five years at that point. When I first told her and when I was filing the Title ix, I couldn't Even talk to her about the specifics of what happened.