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
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’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