“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.
You’re bored because you’re not doing side quests, man.
Life is more than just working and then throwing yourself into bed doing nothing.
Here are 50 side quests to complete:
menstrual products cause bodily harm. toothpaste causes dental issues for women because it was designed for men specifically. Male baldness is studied more than endometriosis....They created a male birth control but pulled it when it was linked to cancer, & acne, hairloss, mood swings...yet women have been living with those same risks for decades. This is more than medicine; it's proof of a system that protects men's comfort while ignoring women's pain.
I remember finding taco bell sauce packets in a drawer of the refrigerator, and that's what I had to feed myself for and entire weekend when I was 8 years old
I remember when I hid in a closet and ate bad sandwich meat at 2 a.m. when I was 14
Before she died, my mom used to tell this cute story about how she found me eating jarred salsa with a spoon when I was 3, I just "loved it so much," but what she didn't mention was that a jar in the fridge door was all there was for me to find for myself to survive on
I have a lot of memories I never want children to be forced into reliving for the rest of their lives
I don't know if it's brokenness or lack thereof that makes people so wicked, but I'm going to choose to be grateful that you don't know what it's like or hope you can overcome what has made you so rotten
It's one thing to be a troll on the internet and another to actively advocate for the starvation of people you have deemed lesser than you
No, I wasn't born to people who were the shining example of hard work and good choices, but I also starved just like you think I should have, and I will never be able to forget it
$35 a year to prevent that for even a single child I will never meet will be money well spent
This is the only trauma dump I will ever write; I hope that it finds you well, and you truly consider what hunger means for millions of children born to parents and conditions out of their control
I got assistance because my mom went psycho and got my dad fired from his job and then killed herself! Some situations you cannot “pull yourself up by the bootstraps” 🩷 let’s all try to be more empathetic
why don't women come forward?!
why don't women take their abuser to court!?
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Thought I might share a life story from a few months ago to brighten your day. Back in March, I spotted a raccoon on the side of the interstate that had very clearly been run over. I pulled over thinking I’d have to put it out of its misery. We ended up becoming good friends.
.@zachlanebryan, beyond honored you thought of me friend. The record is so great. Your writing represents everything I’ve always loved about music. I’m beyond grateful to play any part of your story brother
Sarah’s Place is out now https://t.co/CJbGGaf7Z4