So far, more than 140 women, including athletes who competed at the highest levels of gymnastics, have come forward to say that Nassar had touched them inappropriately during medical appointments. Unlike Weinstein, Nassar is in jail, awaiting trial on multiple counts of criminal sexual conduct. He already has pleaded guilty to child pornography charges â he denies the many accusations of sexual assault â and faces decades of prison time.
Regardless of how many charges are leveled, or how many lawsuits are filed, we might never know how many young gymnasts have stories similar to the one Maroney told on Wednesday. It sickens me to consider that there are probably many, many more. But now we know Maroney was one of them, and odds are she wonât be the last to raise her hand to say, âMe Too.â
Maroney, 21, said her abuse at the hands of Nassar began when she was 13. On Tuesday, the former Soviet gymnast and Olympic gold medalist Tatiana Gutsu also said, âMe, too.â Gutsu did so on Facebook, accusing not a doctor but an ex-Olympic teammate, Vitaly Scherbo, of raping her in 1991, when she was 15.
âThis is me being brave after 27 years,â Gutsu wrote. She called Scherbo a âmonster who kept me in my own prison to be afraid for so many years.â
If youâre taken aback by this wave of raw honesty, and surprised by the sheer numbers of âMe Tooâ posts out there, then youâre probably not a woman. To so many of us, too many of us, none of this is new.
During a congressional hearing about sexual abuse in sports in March, Rick Adams, the chief of Paralympic sports for the United States Olympic Committee, sat between two gymnasts and testified that the âOlympic community failed the people itâs supposed to protect.â
Those people who remained unprotected were athletes. Young ones. Older ones. Ones who have had to carry the burden of abuse for years, their lips zipped and their hearts heavy. Ones whose parents had entrusted them to coaches, adults who were supposed to keep those children safe. Ones who attended national gymnastics team training camps at Bela and Martha Karolyiâs rural Texas ranch, where Nassar often met with the gymnasts in their rooms, alone, and molested them.
Some of the athletes whispered among themselves that they felt uncomfortable with Nassarâs so-called techniques. But the stories stayed secrets. The gymnastsâ careers were on the line.
âWherever there is a position of power, there seems to be potential for abuse,â Maroney wrote. âI had a dream to go to the Olympics, and the things that I had to endure to get there were unnecessary and disgusting.â
The Nassars and the Weinsteins of the world who havenât been outed yet should be worried about âMe Too.â Because now that women can see that theyâre not alone, more will speak up, because so many of them have stories to tell. Like me.
There was the time when I covered Nascar in the 1990s and was cornered by a top driver in the back of his trailer while trying to conduct an interview. As the cars roared around the racetrack, he blocked the door and said he wouldnât let me leave unless I kissed him. The teamâs publicist saved me by knocking on the door.
Or the time when another driver kept putting his hand on my leg as I sat next to him during a group interview. Or the meeting at the Olympics where a man in public relations threw himself at me, hands grabbing, as soon as he closed his office door, forcing me to talk my way out of the room.
I thought all of those experiences were just par for the course for a woman in sports, and, in many ways, it turns out they were. But those moments were degrading and frustrating and isolating â after all, I just wanted to do my job, like anyone else â and so I never shared those details. I couldnât believe that Iâd ended up in those situations, and was embarrassed.
Without the boldness of so many other women, as so many of them join hands to pull back the curtain on this problem, I still might have preferred to say nothing.
That silence is exactly what abusers are counting on. They canât count on it anymore.