I don’t usually reblog the work of friends. I don’t usually blog about my personal experiences of abuse, either. But the “week that broke me” has stretched into two and the conviction grows that we can not and must not be silent.
The power of #MeToo cannot be allowed to diminish, we must look full in the face of this cultural societal epidemic, own our part and change. Together we can change the world that our children grow into. Together we can raise the next generation of men to treat women as equal in both value and agency. Together we must come out of the #MeToo season better, kinder and more forthright in our opposition to the cultural norms that have landed us here.
Welcome Normandy! Thank you for your vulnerability and strength.
Sometimes it feels like everyone is against me and no one is doing anything about it.
Sometimes it feels like society cares more about protecting others’ reputations than protecting my safety.
Sometimes it feels like ugly and manipulative lies are believed and valued above fearful and vulnerable truths.
Sometimes it feels like people in authority care more about abusers than survivors.
Sometimes it feels like well-wishers are only willing to engage in visible slacktivism and not invisible activism and support.
Sometimes it feels like I am alone. Weak. Helpless. Exposed.
The recent accusations against Harvey Weinstein and the subsequent social media explosion of opinions surrounding that topic, in addition to the overwhelming response to the #MeToo campaign, have weighed heavier on my soul than I expected. These events have left me feeling these sometimes feelings constantly instead of once or twice a week. My triggers have been more prevalent this past week. My…
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