On surviving violence, carrying guilt, and learning to put down what was never ours to carry. There are some things a survivor learns to carry so quietly that, after a while, she forgets she is carrying them at all. Shame. Guilt. Fear.
The Shame That was Never Mine Read More »
There is a particular kind of silence that follows sexual violence. Not the silence of peace, but the silence of confusion. The silence of replaying moments over and over in your mind trying to determine if what happened to you was “bad enough” to count. The silence of wondering whether your pain is valid because your story does not resemble the versions of rape society has taught us to recognize.
Survivors Should Feel That They Can Claim the Word Rape If It’s Right for Them. Read More »
