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A common story. A rare twist... "Blackout Girl" brings us one step closer to forgiving ourselves for something we didn't do.
— Melody Beattie, author of "Codependent No More," "The Grief Club," and more.Witty, moving, sometimes terrifying, and always poignant, Ms. Storm's memoir is told in glinting chapters that eerily reflect the blackouts that so frequented her adolescence.
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Graduation is approaching and the freedom that college promises is right around the corner. It is a time for celebration and preparation. As you decide what to pack for college, get to know your roommate and figure your course schedule–there is one other thing you should prepare for and I guarantee it didn’t make it to your “Things I need for college list”. That is avoiding sexual assault.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
Yesterday I got an email via a social networking site from a young girl who read my book. I get emails like this daily, it is the reason I wrote the book, to reach young people and let them know they aren’t alone. This email was a little different. The young girl said she was cutting herself and using drugs and she could relate to my story. I emailed her back, told her she wasn’t alone and tried to talk with her about resources she could access. I noticed from her profile that she was a local girl—that she sat only minutes away from me across the river. We chatted back and forth a bit as she disclosed to me how lonely she felt, no trusted her or believed her. I told her I trusted her and I believed her. She said she hurt herself a lot but no one cared. I told her I cared. I asked her name and what school she went too. She told me. I immediately looked up the school and found the guidance counselor contact information. I called and left a message to speak with someone. I knew someone needed to speak with this girl. She promised me she wouldn’t harm herself tonight. It was getting late and I had some things to do around the house. I told her I would talk to her tomorrow. She said she would be okay for the night.
I went about my night, set the coffee for the morning, watched American Idol—did the mundane tasks of my evening. Something made me check my computer one more time and thank god I did. I had an email from her saying she was sorry and that she couldn’t maintain her promise to not hurt herself. She was taking an overdose. I checked her webpage and sure enough there were several messages about death and overdosing. I freaked. I tried to chat with her but got nothing but a blank curser blinking back at me…silence. I called the police in her town and told them everything.
I answered their questions, her name, her school, her date of birth which I had from her profile thankfully. They told me they had a couple addresses and would call me back. Just then the blinking curser came to life on my computer and she said…hello. She told me she took pills, lots of them. She felt faint, weak and dizzy. I told her to hang in there that help was on the way. I begged her not to fall asleep as she kept saying she was tired. She wouldn’t tell me her address for fear her mother would be upset. I asked her where her mother was—she said in her bedroom next to her room.
I kept chatting with her when the police phoned me back—they had an address they thought was accurate and were heading there now. They would call me back. I stayed on the computer with her. She said she vomited. I said that was good. She asked me if she could trust me. I said yes. She told me she was raped. She said no one believed her. I told her I believed her. She said she felt so alone. I told her she wasn’t alone. I sat with tears rolling down my face anxiously waiting for the police and medics to arrive for this little girl. Just then she abruptly signed off and once again I sat starring at a blinking curser… silence.
I waited. I prayed they got there in time. I sat wondering how many other young people were out there sitting in their rooms, feeling isolated and lonely like this young girl. I know on a very personal and deep level what that feels like. When I was young we didn’t have computers so I sat with music and a spiral notebook writing down my fears.
Then I played the What If game. What if I didn’t know her name? What if she didn’t live so close to me that I knew which police department to call? What if she never thought to pick up my book and reach out to me?
I kept waiting; 15 minutes….30 minutes….finally after an hour the phone rang. It was the officer who I spoke to earlier, he said she was on the way to the hospital and seemed okay. She indeed had puked which got up the over 15 variety of pills she apparently took. He said thank you—“You saved this girls life tonight”.
I hung the phone and cried and prayed that she gets the help she needs.
And now I just wonder….How many of you are there out there? How many of you are sitting behind your computers reaching out for help in desperation? How many of you feel alone? How many victims? How many of you feel you have nowhere to turn?
YOU’RE NOT ALONE. THERE IS HELP OUT THERE. IF YOU ARE A VICTIM OF SEXUAL ASSAULT THERE IS AN ONLINE HOTLINE YOU CAN REACH OUT TO AT ANY TIME OF THE DAY OR NIGHT:http://online.rainn.org/ CLICK HERE AND A COUNSELOR WILL TALK TO YOU.
IF YOU ARE SUICIDAL OR HAVING THOUGHTS OF HURTING YOURSELF, GO HERE AND TALK TO SOMEONE http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/
There are resources out there for you….YOU ARE NOT ALONE!
Mother’s Day
Traditionally my birthday and mother’s day have always fallen on the same weekend or at the least one weekend apart. When I was little some of my sweetest mother/daughter moments were of these times. My only truly fond memories of my mom and I are when I was very young, around age 5 or 6 when we would get all dressed up and go to this mother/daughter dinner thing with our church. I would drink Shirley Temple’s and in those moments felt connected to my mother. But the feeling didn’t last and our attendance at the dinner’s ended.
DO NOT “OBSERVE OR REPORT”
The new movie Observe and Report comes off in commercials like any other funny pushing the limit Seth Rogen film. I’ve seen many of his films and while yes they push the limits-they have never gone this far. Apparently in the middle of this movie the filmmaker’s crash about as far over a line as one can go. A scene in the film depicts a date between Rogan’s character and Anna Farris’s character. A portion of the date is shown in the previews on TV-showing Anna Farris’s character tanking back shots and later puking at which point Rogen kisses her with puke on her face. As if that weren’t gross enough, forward to the next scene where Rogen’s character is having aggressive sex with Farris while her eyes are closed, her body is limp and she has vomit seeping out her mouth onto the pillow next to her. He stops and screams “I’m sorry” at which point she slurs a quick acknowledgment of what is happening at which point he resumes raping her. This is all done to elicit a laugh from an audience of what is sure to be in the millions given Rogen’s vast fame.As a rape survivor whose victimization occurred while blacked out-I find this movie to be repugnant and damaging. April is National Sexual Assault Month and should be reserved for creating awareness of this horrific plague on our community. Please do not see this film as it makes an utter mockery of rape.
I cannot even begin to understand the cultural damage this is going to do to further harm women in our society. 1 in 6 women become victims of sexual assault in this country. The reality is that many females will be walking into the theaters over the next couple days with no knowledge that this scene is in this movie as it has not shown up in the commercials. This could trigger devastating PTSD affects and will cause a re-victimization for so many.
Check out this review before wasting your money.
http://jezebel.com/5204177/is-date-rape-funny-seth-rogen-explains-it-all-for-you
Second Book…
Well, today is the day. I sign the contract on my second memoir to be released in Feb of 2010! Everytime I think about it, I just shake my head. I cannot believe that I am actually going to have a second publication out there. I am so proud and thrilled. The book is tenatively titled, Leave the Light On, I hope it holds that title as it is a favorite of mine. However, you just never know what the marketing folks at a publisher will do. I will keep you updated as things progress and share all the excitement with you, like the book cover, the launch, the crazy book tour information that is sure to follow! It’s only been a little over a year since the first release and I think I am just beginning. I have so many more ideas. Writing is a huge part of my life now. More to come…
Spring Tour Schedule
It is so exciting to see spring right around the corner. I need more sunshine and longer days. My tour schedule is starting to book up again nicely for spring too so please check it out and if you are in any of the areas listed, please drop by and see me! I am also hopefully adding many more in the upcoming weeks so keep checking back as I may be in a city or town near you. OR Don’t see your hometown on my tour schedule, well then let us know and bring me to your area!!! Also check out this great new social networking place on the web for those in recovery. It’s called http://www.intherooms.com and they have picked my book as the Book of the Month for March!!! Log on and connect with people in recovery, it’s a great place!
Hope to see you somewhere in my travels!
Jennifer Storm's hard-hitting, coming-of-age story, told in unflinching detail, is equal parts Girl Interrupted, Go Ask Alice, and Prozac Nation.
Coming this spring: my second memoir, Leave the Light On: A Memoir of Recovery and Self-Discovery.