Raped. Strangled. Kidnapped. It was horrifying to live through. It’s horrifying to realize. It is the reason why I can’t read a news story at work without feeling like I won’t be able to breathe, and why I have to run from the room when some television show or movie wants to titillate its audience with a depiction of sexual violence. And that was just six or so hours.
Years. These women endured years — about 87,672 hours, compared to my six. Continue reading
the Michigan legislature managed to do one thing that I found comforting and validating. They did one thing, probably in spite of themselves, that reassured me that what I endured in my past was, in fact, a crime. And for that, I’m thankful. What was this thing they did? They simply declared that strangling or smothering a person is a crime worth 10 years in prison. Continue reading
Of course, my uncle made noises about being pro-gay rights. He also talked a good game about not beating women and, I’m sure, about not harming kids. Continue reading
“I was dreading this night. I told myself it was because I didn’t think I could stand to hear some of you talk about your own experiences, but that wasn’t the truth. The truth is, it’s me. It’s me.” Continue reading
I remember the afternoon I went to take a nap on her bed. My aunt and uncle’s bed….But I only remember parts. I do remember the curtains, a yellow brown, and the color of sunlight that filtered through them. I remember the “Scientific American” magazine on the nightstand and how I struggled to understand it. I remember stretching out on the big bed with the pillows and stretching out to sleep. And then. And then… Continue reading
I’m haunted by something that happened years ago. In fact, several things that happened many years ago. I am the survivor of a violent rape and a less violent, but still upsetting, sexual assault. And years ago, when I was no more than 10, something happened that has left me with fuzzy memories and remembrances of things that just aren’t right. Continue reading