Necro. Serious cw for school shootings. Also it's a Vector liveblog or greentext or someshit.
> Dude X has been bullying queer and especially trans students since January
> I have to personally kick him out of the queer group chat he begged to join b/c he had been namecalling and misgendering. Ppl can't take it anymore. He's abusive.
> I tell the lesbian program chair, she's satisfied once we delete the politics channel on the Discord that he's been using to abuse us.
> We're all scared of him.
> Go to queer party last Friday and find out X has been taken away today in handcuffs by three police officers and didn't seem surprised.
> Everyone is happy but no one knows what is going on.
> Someone sidles up to me and is like, "Seriously watch out for X, I know what happened. We're warning women, don't be in the room alone with him no matter what. I'm going to carry pepperspray now."
> Me: "OK, he raped someone or smth. Fuck! That sucks."
> On Monday tell a female student, Y, after the class that we take with X (from which he's missing) that he's been arrested and it sounds like it was sexual assault and he might have hurt a couple people.
> She thanks me for the warning...
> And says "I thought that when he was just bullying you guys, he was still probably a good person."
Right. It's a way to get his power by attacking acceptable targets.
I think: "Next time I'm trying to stop a bully, I'll tell this story. It's clearly fine for him to attack queer students on moral grounds, but if you don't stop him there, maybe next he'll try to hurt someone you care about."
> That afternoon new person Z, who shares my office, tells me that I have completely the wrong idea, she knows what happened and it was horrible but it isn't sexual assault so I shouldn't spread rumors.
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> "I can't tell you anything else."
> On Wednesday X is still missing from class. I go back to my office to participate in a zoom session for marginalized students getting support from a peer mentorship program.
> Z and three other blonde women turn around from their laptops and tell me I need to leave.
> Get help from IT dude for advice on an office I can use because I'm already late for the mentorship program meeting.
I'm pissed! I got kicked out of my own office. Again?! What the fuck is going on?
> Go to undergrad study lounge
> Z is like "sorry, we needed the space!" on Discord
> Me: OK, but warn me if you're going to do that b/c you kicked a trans person out of one of the two trans-friendly offices on campus.
> Undergrads come in and want to use their lounge (valid), I go to IT guy again and end up in an exam room, meaning one with those library style cubbies.
Back on Discord:
> Z: I thought you understood.
It's an emergency and we're filing a police report that has to be done within an hour to prevent our friend from being shot and killed. I might be shot and killed with in the next couple days. We need a locked office that X can't open.
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I am not in a locked office that X can't open.
> If he decides to escalate this from domestic violence to a mass shooting, which is what it sounds like,
I'm a great target.
I've been getting in X's path to prevent him from abusing others for the past 6 months.
I organized folks to make sure he didn't win a down-ballot student body election.
Shit!
> Get up and barricade the door, turn out the lights, turn down the audio on my laptop, and make a decoy of my stuff by a desk I'm not hidden under.
> Hide under a desk with a wheelie chair pulled in and try to breathe quietly.
> Z is still ranting about her feelings on Discord. I tell her that if it's an emergency situation she needs to shut up and stop msging me.
> Participate in marginalized student meeting while hidden under desk.
> I'll leave if I hear gunshots, it's cool. I've had a lot of school shooting trainings and I have very good hearing.
I left the building while carefully checking around corners and listening for distant footsteps. I got on my bike and left as fast as I could. I went to buy coffee and a sandwich, and when I went home I was sick with diarrhea.
> That afternoon, Z tells queer student group chat that she'll go find a new office because she's not trans.
> I tell her "forget about it, use the office as HQ. I won't be in it for the rest of the year."
I'm not stupid.
It has my name on the door and there's a directory in the lobby.
Pepper spray isn't going to do shit.
You can shoot out a lock.
Also, if there's an office that's all trans people and you clearly hate them, that's a good target for a shooting. You wouldn't have to hesitate.
> Carefully think about situations where it would be easier vs. harder to find and kill me and make changes accordingly from home. Emergency announcement to the class I TA: "we're going online for the rest of the quarter."
> The class I'm in with X is still a problem, but he has a friend in that class, so maybe he'd stop to aim, and I could run away.
> Z tells the group chat finally after her little freakout that X is banned from school grounds for 14 days.
That is, he's coming back for finals.
Holy shit!
I don't wanna take a final exam in the same room as this guy!
I'm afraid!
If it comes down to it, people who I trusted to protect me would expose me to a gunman by kicking me out of my own space. That's part of reality. I'm disposable.
My gf comes over later that night. It's a blur. I bought her some chocolate cake to celebrate her signing a lease finally and found a romance novel by her favorite author from a Little Free Library when I was getting coffee and the sandwich. GF has a baked pizza. I have to open the windows and can't look at it because I'm so nauseated. She takes all of it home.
All I really remember is that she got mad at me for not being supportive of her business school imposter syndrome or something when I was walking her to her car.
Or maybe she's mad because she said that she'd been a nitpicky bitch early in the relationship and I agreed?
We laugh a lot of the time about what a little instigator she is. She starts fights when she's not getting enough attention.
Thursday is almost impossible. I do therapy and spend the whole time telling the therapist the story I just told you. I can't focus. He says I'm surprisingly calm and that we need to talk about this situation after it's over.
Later in the afternoon the GF seems to be angry over text so I ask what's wrong. She says we need to talk about my hurtful comments and about how I can be more supportive of her.
Dear reader, she knows she needs therapy and promised to get it two months ago, but that hasn't happened yet.
I start emotionally shutting down. I can't work and I can't rest. I can't eat. I call my mother crying uncontrollably (anyone remember "Vector's mother?") and tell her not to drive down from a couple of states above this weekend. She and my dad were going to meet the GF, but the GF is sulking, I'm afraid of being shot, and I can't fix things with the GF because I'm so fucking scared my body is barely functioning. How am I supposed to deal with the gf yelling at me for failing to meet her emotional needs and failing to support her correctly? I just can't do it.
That night I can't sleep either, I finally fall asleep downstairs with one of the cats and wake up at 3:30 in the morning. I can't relax. It's impossible to read, study, or play video games. I keep reading about the Texas school shooting so I can study it and learn from ppl's mistakes.
Friday announcement in the queer group chat from Z, who is finally communicating: X is going home from now until fall.
(Yeah... unless he decides he's done with life and wants to kill a bunch of people).
> It is still not public knowledge that this dude X is talking about shooting.
> Apparently it's localized to one of the blondes who, idk, he wanted to screw and said no?
> But then why was Z so afraid?
> Why are all of my friends so afraid? We've been afraid for months!
> I started checking local crime reports to see if he came up in them months before this even happened!
I spend this Friday going to classes, showing a prospective student around the school and ignoring the GF's text messages on WhatsApp because I'm tired of her controlling little game of looking at my texts without responding to them in order to let me know how upset she is and it feels like lightning is crawling up and down my spine. I can't breathe. Or eat.
Finally she calls and then texts me normally to ask if I'm alive, which I am, technically, although Wednesday-Thursday-Friday all feel like one day, I'm sick, and I can't breathe or eat. I'm exhausted. I go suck on a piece of ice and start crying uncontrollably, but I don't feel better. I can't feel better. nothing works.
I'm very afraid.
"I'm alive" I write in a text, and she asks if I can at least say what's going on.
I can't say anything ....
How am I supposed to say anything?
Then I wrote a post on Bay12. But that's not going to do jack shit!