I can put up with a lot of things.
As a woman who is Gay, Bipolar, and a victim of Sexual Assault and Sexual Harassment, I have sat at many an uncomfortable table in my day.
I’ve had to listen to my friends and acquaintances throw around words like “crazy”, “ugh, I wanna slit my wrists” and my favorite, “so-and-so belongs in a mental hospital”. Ignorance must be bliss.
Many times, especially lately, with current events as they are, I’ve sat through parties, lunches and dinners where they are callously and ignorantly tossing out hate speech about “the gays” and “trannies”. Both abhorrent.
What I can’t do, is sit at a table and listen to people blame a woman for being raped, assaulted or harassed. Let alone these people blaming little girls for the same.
This has happened to me twice in the past week. Honestly, I didn’t realize that I was associating with people, women even, that find a way to blame a woman’s short skirt, or online dating for her being a victim of assault.
I can’t hear that. I can barely read it on my news feed, let alone hear the sentiments uttered aloud.
Fourteen years and an exorbitant amount of therapy later, I still blame myself.
Listen, I’m smart. I know logically, factually that I didn’t cause my assault, but in my heart and soul I blame myself.
If only I wasn’t drinking.
If only I was wearing something else.
If only I had done this or done that.
Screw you, I didn’t ask for this.
If a man can’t control himself around a drunk girl at a party, maybe he isn’t quite ready to dorm at college anyway?
If a man can’t control himself around my 19-year-old self’s jean skirt, maybe he has not business being a cop?
Let’s all do the world a favor, and stop talking about things we know nothing about, eh?
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