once, on a first date, i ended up taking a girl to the er. she had endo. she had a decade of paperwork. she told me to pretend to be her fiancée bc the doctors would not listen to her but they *might* listen to me if i described the pain i’ve seen her in.
she was right.
“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.
When the wife's at work I put the washing in together on a 40 quick wash, no one notices the difference, washing machine didn't explode, and it was done simply rather than 12 separate 4 hour washes, you're wrong Lucy. Obviously I can't tell you you're wrong, but you're wrong.
@airindia fancy giving me and about 20 passengers a refund. None of the transfers got put on the plane. Can see my tag sitting in mumbai 🫣 #lostbag#findmybag
Anyone else see the moon scene in @bridgerton and scream at the tv. It was at that point I knew 😶😵💫 how could you guys do that to me @NetflixUK urgggggg #bridgerton#iykyk
I was on a train and a pregnant woman was asking for a seat. I offered mine, but she said she couldn’t sit there because it was in the center and she was already feeling nauseous and suffocated. So she asked a guy at the corner. He said, “You can sit on my lap.” Before anyone could react, a grandma behind him tapped his shoulder and said, “Then I’ll sit on YOUR lap.” She sat on his lap, the pregnant woman took the grandma’s seat, and the entire train witnessed instant justice delivered by a 70-year-old legend.