This is a sensitive story to tell. Unfortunately, most the people who’ve heard this story, heard it through the grape vine. Not from me. So now you will hear it from me.
I did the Disney College Program in 2014. I was so excited — as most program participators are. Prior to moving to California, the group of accepted interns chatted, found roommates, and made friends in a Facebook group.
There one was one guy who seemed to always be present in Google Hangouts and conversations. I assumed nothing of it. He had been a cast member already for 5 years, and was a DCP alumni. He was going to be “dorming” during the program as well, despite being older than the average age of most people in the program. I believe he was 28. The average crowd was 18–23 year olds.
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We chit chatted privately occasionally. I admit to flirting, though I flirt with everyone. And flirting did not justify what happened. I admit to talking about marijuana. But talking about weed — in a state where it is medicinally legal — also does not warrant what happened.
The first week of the DCP was filled with parties and excited young people. When I got invited to one — I was pretty excited. I had just moved to a new state — I was eager to make friends. I did not make any friends from this party though.
My roommate and I showed up, along with a few other characters who we had met. And my attempted rapist, lets call him “Stephen”, was one of the hosts. From the beginning, I was uncomfortable and alert. Despite my discomfort, I tried to play life of the party. Precocious, flirty, and a little bit weird — my usual self.