Amber Tamblyn Shared A Harrowing Story Of Sexual Assault As A Rebuke To Donald Trump

"I remember that moment. I remember the shame."

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In the wake of the leaked videotape that nearly torpedoed Donald Trump’s presidential campaign—in which he can be heard bragging about sexual assault—many women have come forward on social media to share their own stories of being assaulted. One of those women is Amber Tamblyn, who took to Instagram to share a disturbing experience that, until now, she has kept mostly private. Sending a clear message that her story was also meant as an indictment of Trump, her words were posted under a photo of Trump kissing Miss Universe 2012, Olivia Culpo.

The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants star says the incident involved an ex-boyfriend, who assaulted her while she was out with friends. “He’s a big guy, taller than me,” she wrote. “The minute he saw me, he picked me up with one hand by my hair and with his other hand, he grabbed me under my skirt by my vagina—my pussy?—and lifted me up off the floor, literally, and carried me, like something he owned, like a piece of trash, out of the club. His fingers were practically inside of me, his other hand wrapped tightly around my hair. I screamed and kicked and cried.”

Tamblyn says that her friends, along with the man’s brothers, helped save her that night by intervening. She then turned her focus back on Trump, damningly linking him and his language to her attack. “That part of my body, which the current Presidential Nominee of the United States Donald Trump recently described as something he’d like to grab a woman by, was bruised from my ex-boyfriend’s violence for at least the next week,” she wrote.

Tamblyn acknowledges that her own parents weren’t aware of her trauma, but felt the need to speak up so that Trump’s so-called “locker room banter” does not become normalized. See the full post below. 

I need to tell you a story. With the love and support of my husband, I've decided to share it publicly. A very long time ago I ended a long emotionally and physically abusive relationship with a man I had been with for some time. One night I was at a show with a couple girlfriends in Hollywood, listening to a DJ we all loved. I knew there was a chance my ex could show up, but I felt protected with my girls around me. Without going into all the of the details, I will tell you that my ex did show up, and came up to me in the crowd. He's a big guy, taller than me. The minute he saw me, he picked me up with one hand by my hair and with his other hand, he grabbed me under my skirt by my vagina— my pussy?— and lifted me up off the floor, literally, and carried me, like something he owned, like a piece of trash, out of the club. His fingers were practically inside of me, his other hand wrapped tightly around my hair. I screamed and kicked and cried. He carried me this way, suspended by his hands, all the way across the room, pushing past people until he got to the front door. My friends ran after him, trying to stop him. We got to the front door and I thank God his brothers were also there and intervened. In the scuffle he grabbed at my clothes, trying to hold onto me, screaming at me, and inadvertently ripped off my grandmother’s necklace, which I was wearing. The rest of this night is a blur I do not remember. How I got out to the car. How I got away from him that night. I never returned for my necklace either. That part of my body, which the current Presidential Nominee of the United States Donald Trump recently described as something he’d like to grab a woman by, was bruised from my ex-boyfriend's violence for at least the next week. I had a hard time wearing jeans. I couldn’t sleep without a pillow between my legs to create space. To this day I remember that moment. I remember the shame. I am afraid my mom will read this post. I'm even more afraid that my father could ever know this story. That it would break his heart. I couldn't take that. But you understand, don't you? I needed to tell a story. Enjoy the debates tonight.

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