I was sexually assaulted. Here's why I don't remember many of the details. - By Patti Davis
By Patti Davis
September 21 at 3:53 PM
Patti Davis is the author, most recently, of the novel The Earth Breaks in Colors and the daughter of Ronald and Nancy Reagan.
Roughly 40 years ago, I showed up at a prominent music executives office for an appointment that had been scheduled suspiciously late in the workday. But I wasnt suspicious. I was instead eager to try to place some of my original songs with artists he represented. One of my songs had appeared on the Eagles album One of These Nights, and I was hoping to turn songwriting into a career.
I brought along a cassette tape of my material, but I dont remember what the executive said about the songs. Nor do I recall what we talked about. I remember the sky turning dark outside the window behind his desk. I remember sensing that people had left the building and we were there alone. I remember his face, his hair and what he was wearing. When he pulled a vial of cocaine out of his desk drawer and started chopping up lines on a small mirror, Im 90 percent sure I declined his offer to do some with him, not because I didnt do drugs I definitely did in those years but because I was starting to feel uncomfortable. My memory of the discomfort is sharp and clear, but my memory of declining the coke is, as I said, about 90 percent.
What happened next, though, is indelible. He crossed the room. There was a dark-green carpet, but his footsteps seemed loud, hard. He was against me, on top of me so quickly with his hands under my skirt and his mouth on mine, that I froze. I lay there as he pushed himself inside me. The leather couch stuck to my skin, made noises beneath me. His breath smelled like coffee and stale bread. He didnt use a condom. I remember leaving afterward, driving home, the night around me glittered with streetlights and alive with people out at dinner or bars. I felt alone, ashamed and disgusted with myself. Why didnt I get out of there? Why didnt I push him off? Why did I freeze?
I dont remember what month it was. I dont remember whether his assistant was still there when I arrived. I dont remember whether we said anything to each other when I left his office.
I never told anyone for decades not a friend, not a boyfriend, not a therapist, not my husband when I got married years later.
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MaryMagdaline
(6,859 posts)Arrogant rapists know they can get away with it. Fuck Kavanaugh and his accomplices. No statute of limitations on exposing these assholes.