“I don’t understand why women don’t just report it if it really happened.”
When I was 19, I reported mine. I had bruises. Hospital photos. Text messages of him apologizing the next morning. My friends drove me to the station because I could barely stop shaking. I thought evidence would make it simple. I thought truth would be enough.
Months later, I was the one on trial. His lawyer printed my Instagram photos and held them up in court. Asked why I wore crop tops. Asked why I drank that night. Asked why I didn’t scream louder. He replayed my police interview and pointed out every time I hesitated, every time I cried, every time my timeline wasn’t perfectly linear. “If it was traumatic,” he said, “why can’t she remember clearly?”
Sitting there while strangers debated my pain like it was a group project felt like being stripped again. My messages were projected on a screen. My body was described in detail. My character was picked apart like that was the real crime.
He walked out on bail. I walked out with panic attacks.
That’s why some women don’t report. Because even with bruises. Even with screenshots. Even when you do everything “right.” You still have to survive the assault twice, once in private, and once in public, just to maybe be believed.
saw this on ig and tiktok and i couldn't scroll past. her words are so poetic especially when she said "because even though i don't want to, for the rest of my life, i will remember my ex hated oranges." to be truly loved is to be truly known. this is such a beautiful read, i hope it finds its way to your timeline. 🥹❤️
🇺🇸🇫🇷 FLASH | C'est la fin de la CAVALE en France pour Michael Wiseman, l’un des FUGITIFS les plus recherchés des États-Unis. Arrêté à Kilstett (Alsace) après 14 ans de FUITE, il est ACCUSÉ d’exploitation et d’agressions sexuelles sur mineurs. Les États-Unis ont demandé son extradition.
Arrêté en 2008, il avait réussi à s'échapper en brisant son bracelet électronique, puis à nouveau en 2012 en quittant le pays lors de sa liberté conditionnelle. L’homme a obtenu un passeport polonais sous une fausse identité, et a pu adopter deux enfants au Viêt Nam avant de s’installer en France sous le nom de Robert Danilewski.
just realized i’ve never been more myself than i am right now at this point of my life. i’m so proud of every version of myself that brought me to this point