Yes, I screamed "NO!!" over and over again as loud as I could, at the top of my lungs; but he continually covered my mouth and pushed my face into the ground. Yes, I pushed at him, kicked at him, struggled and fought him with all of my might, but he was the captain of the wrestling team, and I was an individual with no self-defense training, so my attempts were useless and futile against him. Yes, I remained silent. Somehow, being able to stay at the college where it had occurred seemed better than possibility of being forced to return home where I would continue to face ongoing verbal/emotional abuse, as I had my whole life. I was young, I was scared, and I didn't know what my options were. So that's why #metoo. I hope that answers your questions. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 10/17/18.
Fortunately, my story didn't end the way it might have. Two young men appeared out of nowhere, just in the nick of time, and chased off my attacker. I never saw either of them again and will always believe they were angels.