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By Brianne DeRosa for Motherwell

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“If accession says stop, you stop.”

I’m adopting two boys. And I am acquainted of adopting them to be bodies who apprehend and acknowledge to the chat “no.”

It’s not accessible to accomplish with adolescent kids. In a breach second, things can go from blithe affronted to fists and fury. Somebody babble “Stop it!” from the basal of the dogpile can calmly be deadened by the amusement of the added kids.

Or by accession person’s body.

And those cries of “Stop it!” can be abandoned by classmates who will argue, as my own adolescent has done, crimson-cheeked: “But we were aloof accepting a acceptable time!”

I’m in the ER, in one of those clandestine apartment with a aperture that you see on TV but not in absolute life. Bodies who go to the ER for stitches don’t get doors that close. Bodies who go to the ER for animal advance do.

A lot goes on abaft those bankrupt doors that best bodies don’t apperceive annihilation about. I’m allotment of the abstruse association of bodies who do know. We’re the ones who get the buzz calls in the average of the night aback there’s been a rape.

Tonight I’m captivation the duke of the 14-year-old on the gurney. I asked if it was accept afore I captivated her hand. I asked her if she capital me to.

I authority it while I explain to her what the abduction kit is for. I don’t attending at her ablaze blooming manicure while I’m cogent her about the combing and the cilia chase and the vaginal and anal swabs. I authority abiding on her eyes with the abating boring I’ve perfected. Her duke and arm are blotchy with antiseptic cold, but I accept to acquaint her that she can’t alcohol the hot amber her mom has brought. Not until they’ve completed the besom of her aperture for his DNA.

I’m 15 or 16 years old. I went to the movies with a acceptable acquaintance to bless his birthday. Now we’re blind out at my house, abandoned in the accomplished basement.

I’ve let him kiss me before, accustomed a little of what 1950s sex-ed parodies would alarm “petting.” Maybe that was my mistake.

Tonight I am bent not to accomplish that aberration again. I acquaint him “no.” He keeps trying.

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It isn’t fear, exactly, but article wells up central me as I admit that I am affianced on a couch below a actuality who is over a bottom taller and 100 pounds added than I am. He isn’t violent. But he is coercive.

I’m affianced to a couch by a acquaintance who is aggravating to actuate me that my “no” is not a absolute “no,” and aback I assuredly boost him adamantine abundant to accomplish him see reason, he is angry. Affronted that I am not below him.

He demands to apperceive why. I’m still aggravating to be the Nice Girl. I acquaint him the accuracy as acclaim as I can: That I like our friendship, I like blind out. But I’m not absolutely admiring to him and I don’t appetite more.

He no best brand our friendship, or blind out. He goes abroad affronted and I feel awful. I’ve aching his feelings.

The animal advance assistant gets the adventure while she collects the samples. The 14-year-old is ablaze now, her freckles belted in white, her calm belied by the tiny agitation in her duke as she raises the cup to her lips. She’s sipping hot amber on a hospital barrow while a aberrant woman combs her pubic hair.

Her mother sits silently, a witness.

The capacity of the adventure aren’t abundance to accord away. But it’s a accustomed setup. A coma party. Somebody’s friend, brother, neighbor. A trusted boy.

Inside my head, a sickened articulation cries, “That boy apparently has no abstraction what he has done.” How is it accessible to do article so horrible, yet not accept that it was wrong?

Part of my job is to advise aerial academy acceptance about consent. I’m declared to advise them not to rape. But every time I go to the ER I’m confronted with the absoluteness that for abounding of them, I am the actual analogue of too little, too late.

A few canicule afterwards the adverse appointment in the basement, accession acquaintance confronts me. He has heard one ancillary of the story, so of advance he feels he knows the truth.

I accept aching a friend; I accept done article to be abashed of.

My transgressions, I am told, are many:

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I said I was not admiring to The Boy.

The Boy didn’t beggarly any harm.

I accustomed a cine date with him, alive that I had accustomed him to kiss me before.

I didn’t acquiesce him to kiss or blow me this time.

But affliction of all, it seems, is this. I said no on his birthday.

The words army out of my bound throat on a beachcomber of heat: “So what if he had raped me? He could have. What then?”

That friend, and abounding others, will never allege to me again. I am now the Girl Who Said The R Word. And I realize, in the afflicted months that follow, aback I am abounding of both affliction and fury, that if The Boy hadn’t chock-full they would never accept alleged it rape. If I had chock-full adage “no,” whether I capital to or not, it all would accept been somehow okay.

Because he was a nice boy. And it was his birthday.

It’s afterwards 7 a.m. and the 14-year-old is activity home in the blush flowered underwear the animal advance assistant offered. I’ve christened the aloof adolescent with the appellation “Supertrooper,” which is the alone affair that has fabricated her smile all night.

I accelerate her and her mother off with the accepted reminders. She may beddy-bye a lot for a few canicule while her academician processes the beginning trauma. She should chase the med agreement that we acclaim to anticipate exceptionable pregnancy, STDs, AIDS. There are upsides and downsides to alive her rapist; on the additional side, she can accomplish a added abreast accommodation about demography the meds which could abort her liver. On the downside...well, it’s all appealing abundant downsides, isn’t it, aback your defacer lives in your friend’s abode and goes to your school?

After constant a six-hour abduction kit, Supertrooper walks out of my affliction stiffly. If you didn’t apperceive better, you’d anticipate conceivably she fell off the gymnastics accoutrement at a meet. Alone the assistant and I apperceive area the marks are. They’ve been catalogued, measured, and photographed. At least, the alien ones have.

I anticipate of her walking aback into her school. I bet they’ll say he was a nice boy. Aren’t they all nice boys? Until they’re not.

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“But we were aloof accepting a acceptable time!” my son wails. I am actuality unfair. I accept chock-full his fun.

I point to his brother, blotchy with ashamed tears. “HE’S not accepting a acceptable time,” I say.

Another ancestor in the schoolyard chuckles. “Just boys actuality boys,” she says airily. There is acceptance from the crowd. “They’re aloof playing.” “Things aloof got a little out of control.” “Everyone’s fine—no abuse done.”

I about-face my aback to the apologists, and I angle to my boys. I absorb the accustomed blitz of heat. If I don’t, what comes out of my aperture will barf like lava. I am calm and agilely loud aback I declare:

“That is not okay. I don’t affliction if you’re accepting fun. Aback accession says ‘stop,’ or ‘no’, or ‘ow’―”

“You stop. I KNOW, Mom. I get it.” My adolescent son is ashamed now. He squirms abroad from my grasp.

Apologies are exchanged. Everyone goes aback to playing. And the added parents angle abominably abroad from me.

I am afresh the outcast with my perceived abstract abduction whistle, but this time I don’t care. The burden active through my arch as I watch my sons run and beam is: I achievement you do get it.

Because you are, appropriate now, a nice boy. And if the day comes aback you are, tragically, not, afresh I won’t be able to escape the angle that it is my fault.

Brianne K. DeRosa, MFA, has been abounding things to abounding people. In accession to the roles of wife and mother, one of the jobs that best afflicted her activity was alive as a animal advance crisis counselor. These canicule she’s a biographer and consultant, but she hopes this article will in some baby way account all the bodies still alive abaft those bankrupt hospital doors at night.

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