I attempted suicide after being falsely accused of rape on my campus. That was five years ago and I can still see most of the scars on my arm from where I cut them open.
It’s hard to think about that time in my life. My reputation was pristine up until that point. Then overnight everyone is looking at me like I’m the fukking boogie man. Never mind that I wasn’t with her the night she accused me of assaulting her and that i had an alibi to prove it. Never mind that she had accused multiple men BEFORE and AFTER me. I was suddenly a public menace and she was a little campus celebrity for how brave she was for coming forward.
the unfairness and fukking madness of the situation just got to be too much one night and I did what I did. I’ve always said that my school is lucky I am who I say I am instead of who THEY say I am; cuz if I really was the guy they painted me as, I would’ve tried to hurt HER instead of hurting myself She’s a fukking evil, worthless human being who shouldn’t be walking this planet... but I’m not the type of person to take that into my own hands by hurting another person
Anyway, I’m happy I survived. I’m in a much healthier place. I’m fukking thriving right now, actually. Meanwhile, she dropped out of grad school after accusing another guy of raping her THERE and is now “gender queer” since she realized trans people are getting more attention than rape survivors these days.