REASONS FOR LIVING with Esmé Weijun Wang

REASONS FOR LIVING with Esmé Weijun Wang

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This Is Not the Worst Thing That's Happened to Me
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This Is Not the Worst Thing That's Happened to Me

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NOTE: This is a story about rape. If you are not in a mental or emotional space to be able to read such a thing, please be kind to yourself and find something else to read. I will not be offended.

A reminder: REASONS FOR LIVING with Esmé Weijun Wang is a newsletter that comes out every other week and is free, featuring a guest essay, poem, piece of visual art, and journal prompt. These things all hang together in one singular edition.

On the days when REASONS FOR LIVING is not sharing those things, I share a personal essay that is paywalled. This is for a number of reasons: some of my personal essays are quite personal, such as this one, and I like the idea of a bit of protection; also, it was promised near the beginning of the year that paying subscribers would receive a paywalled personal essay every other week, and I am trying to keep that promise. Paying members also get to participate in my monthly Fireside Chats, which explore some aspects of creativity and life. I’m really hoping to get four more paid subscribers to hit 300.

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In my second book, The Collected Schizophrenias, I wrote slantwise about being raped. However, I only wrote about the incident under the condition that I would not describe what happened to me. I’d spent so much time shivering in an imaginary trial, bearing testimony and being called a liar. I preferred the reader to imagine the incident: the luminous moon, the streetlamp near it glowing like a second lunar entity. Indeed, I sat with my red polyester shirt half undone. He began to push me down onto the cold stone bench where he’d been biting my exposed and pale breasts. I was okay with the biting, but I was afraid of lying down; I’d always been afraid of lying down when in the presence of a man.

“What are you doing,” I said. He pushed. I tried to resist, but he was high—an eighteen-year-old landscaper with strong hands and stubborn arms—and I was afraid. Minutes before, he’d wrapped his hands around my neck and choked me hard from behind until I couldn’t breathe. He’d laughed when he let go, asking, “What, did you think I’d kill you?”

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