Apropos of everything, when I was younger and would try and confide in well-meaning people about my home life, too many shut me down without listening. The most common response I got was “but he’s your parent! He’s got your best interest at heart. I’m sure he means well.”
They couldn’t fathom a parent treating a child in the ways I’d described, so they denied my reality. It was too painful to expand their daily world to accommodate abuse, and much easier to make me out as a girl who made herself suffer.
I’ve lived in split realities before, and seen cults of personality first hand. I’ve seen people double down on insane rationalizations as a way maintain proximity to power, protect their image of themselves as good people, and bolster their beliefs about the way the world works.
It is dangerous to pretend that everything is okay when it is not. It puts vulnerable, marginalized people at a further disadvantage. It is not alarmist to be upset at upsetting events, much like PTSD is normal reaction to abnormal events.
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On the same day Breonna Taylor's killers went free, the president said he wouldn't accept a peaceful transition of power.
American authoritarianism is exhausting, violent, and confusing. To bring some clarity to the chaos, I'm compiling trusted writing on the subject here:
Forgive me for starting with my own writing -- I just happen to know what I'm talking about. I've been writing on the subject of American authoritarianism and democratic decline from various angles for years. The work has all held up.
I founded a nonprofit with the mission of helping Americans adapt to the new reality of American authoritarianism, by chipping away at the ignorance American exceptionalism, and pushing us to resist and oppose in productive ways. This is our early work:
I want to expand on this issue of women who aren't able to express their political opinions safely at home, because I lived that way for years. It's hard for people who've only met me in the last five years to imagine that I was once mostly silent about politics and gender.
In my home, feminism was a dirty word. Hillary Clinton was a regular substitute for my mom and I when my father got tired of making sexist comments just about us and wanted a generic female punching bag. Describing Obama in a positive light was an act of war.
Fox News was on multiple screens, running even at night on mute. One time, when I was in law school, my dad was driving me to the airport to catch my flight East, when he asked me about Glenn Beck's take on Constitutional history. It was a trap meant to derail my trip.
Greetings from Istanbul. For the last week I've watched my friends' anxiety rise as the Turkish lira plummets. We've naturally been comparing notes on the egomaniacs running our respective countries. #Turkey
I'm not a currency expert, and I can't speak with confidence about how this crisis affects Erdogan's standing at home, but I do know that authoritarians plan for the short term and benefit from chaos.
This is especially true when, as in Turkey, there's no real opposition left, the media is effectively under government control, and the possibility of a power vacuum frightens everyone more than continued repression.
People, including Trump last night, have been joking about Melania’s disappearance, but I don't find it funny. Maybe you’ll understand why if I tell you about a time that I disappeared against my will.
From ages 5 until 17, I lived part-time in a stunning hilltop house in Palo Alto with a clear view of Hoover Tower. When I was still a toddler, my abuser wrangled Mondays and every other weekend from my mom.
This arrangement lasted until middle school, when family court considered me old enough to have my own opinion. Like many men who treat women as property, my abuser felt ownership over my opinion. He was ready to coerce me by any means necessary into flipping the arrangement.
I'm a survivor of child abuse which lasted well into adulthood.
Fear has dominated my entire life until now. We haven't spoken since 2011, but I only blocked his number in 2015. It took until two weeks ago for me to come out about the abuse publicly.
Hell, I took a Klonopin now just so I could write this thread. I suffer from Complex PTSD, which is the result of repeated trauma and confinement. It's an affliction common to victims of domestic violence and prison camps.