Women are sharing live locations, checking the backseats of cars, carrying their keys between their knuckles and holding their hands over their drinks.
Men are doing 3 hour podcasts about how unfair it is that women don't smile at them.
“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.
Cristãos:“Matusalem viveu 964 anos”,“Maria engravidou virgem”,“Golias tinha 3 metros de altura”,“Sansão matou um leão no braço”,“Jonas passou 3 dias dentro de uma baleia”, “uma serpente falou com a Eva”,“Lazaro voltou à vida depois de 4 dias”
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ayer leí que en italiano hay dos formas distintas para el verbo “olvidar”: dimenticare (sacar de la mente) y scordare (sacar del corazón)….. no hay nada más bonito que el lenguaje
My sister lives alone in an apartment near her university. She takes the long way home every night. Once, a man followed her through the shortcut alley and told her no one would come to save her.
She keeps her keys between her fingers when she walks.
Unlocks her car from a distance. Locks the doors immediately.
She runs without headphones so she can hear footsteps.
In parking garages, she checks reflections and the back seat before getting in.
She shares ride details every time she takes a taxi. She usually shares a ride cause being alone feels like a risk.
She lies about where she lives. Never posts her location in real time.
Delivery drivers don’t get her real name. A light stays on when she gets home late. By her door sits a pair of men’s sneakers that don’t belong to anyone. This is the WORLD we are living in where a woman have to go above and beyond to just SURVIVE! Don't try to tell me men have it easier than women.
Imagine spending a decade making a TV show and then the fans hate your ending so much that they spend the next week picking apart every minor production mistake you’ve ever made to try to justify their conspiracy theory about a secret alternate ending