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
Though I have been sexually assaulted three times, I have never reported the attack or sought medical treatment. The first time, I was too young to know what had happened. The second, there was no penetration and I just wanted to forget about it. And the third, I thought I had to go to the police first, and I didn’t want to go to the police because I felt sure I would be blamed for what had happened.
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When you meet a woman who has been raped, don’t judge her if she doesn’t react in the way you had expected. She has survived an ordeal most people will thankfully never know. It took a lot for her to get as far as she has. If she hasn’t done it the way you expected her to, it doesn’t matter. She’s a survivor all the same. 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
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