Been there -as the victim and mother of the victim
It’s just so mean to talk about nasty things making everyone uncomfortable
Why would you want to ruin everyone’s life mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/m…
Not all my family reacted like that fortunately -but most couldn’t forgive speaking up.
They were more comfortable with pretending nothing happened or show forgiveness to the one who did awful things but didn’t embarrass them with it
I understand *really well* how anyone who can just wants to stay far, far away with it
I guess it's a reflex. A self-protective move
But it just adds to the trauma. The people turning their back to you. Truly to what happened to you, as it's unbearable -but, in practice -to you
Like you're cursed &the curse is contagious somehow
&then comes the dismissal, the excuses -the blame&shame process
You're either too traumatised (suggest you have other problems and may be lying or exaggerating) or you're not traumatised enough _so probably lying or exaggerating
It makes people more comfortable to pretend nothing happen, but also to blame the victim, because deep inside, they ressent her/him making them feel a glimpse of what she/he's been through, when they were lucky enough to be spared
Don't tarnish my life with your horror stories
If you're lucky enough, some people will love you enough to get past it -to offer comfort and support.
And it's good because being abused already makes you feel like a dirty toy, like you're not a person
People shunning you away, standing for nothing happen just make things worse
It's hard enough already to find oneself behind the trauma. It's hard enough to feel "repaired". Should I talk about it, should *I* pretend nothing happen so I can get a chance at being "unsoiled"? At not being given that look, at not feeling broken?
It's tricky enough believe me
So if you're in the situation of supporting someone who went through this, here's my advice
It's a car accident-except the other driver willingly hurt you, while enjoying it
But it's not the victim's fault -obviously. It's not because she/he had a skirt or smiled, or asked for it
And the car accident scars ain't contagious -you have nothing to fear. It's still the same person, who's been badly hurt. And scars heal. With time, work on it, support -scars heal. We all have scars, some worse than others. But we're not our scars. See us past them please
And maybe we do need this f*cking medal
Not to celebrate what happened, obviously
To celebrate surviving it
To be told that we matter
That ultimately people stand with *us*
We could write "no shame on you" on it
The harsh reality is 80% of us are abused by people who everyone considers "fantastic"
Predators don't walk among us with "abuser" tatooed on their forehead, they make sure to be seen through the "fantastic" lense
Can we put that myth to end
I mean I already have the focus ability of a drunk C. elegans today
(Fun fact: The Caenorhabditis elegans is a 1 mm long nematode that has the smallest brain of all animals)
(And no I'm not drunk, but there's good chances I'm in for round II of Covid -being drunk is more fun)
That does not impair my ability to lose time on this website but definitively stall my translation ability
I mean it's the simplest text in the world and I'm like: "What are words"
(I hadn’t planned for the super spreading factor of this event, boosted by employees unable to put their mask on their nose making a 100 kids or so wait in the hall for half an hour)
The play’d better be good
*TEACHERS ARE HEROES*
My god it was atrocious
This is one of the worst thing I've seen -ever
The actors & FX girl were OK -but if they had anything to do with the script they are guilty as sin
It was
Oh my
Today my 5 years old invited his (also 5 years old) girlfriend.
At one point they went silent.
Yes, that's when you want to go check.
I found them together in bed, drapes shut.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"We're making love" my 5 years old say.
😬 You're WHAT?!? 😬
I mean, he's 5.
We did NOT have this conversation yet.
He knows about daddy's seed meeting mummy's seed in mummy's belly, but the part about how the seed transfers there exactly has not been discussed yet.
Me: "What do you think that means?"
He: "It's how we'll have a baby" 🤨
Other than that, turns out he knows nothing.
His (5 years old) girlfriend was more knowledgeable:
"When you are in love, you go into the bed, you turn off the lights and then the boy puts his leg on you".
And here we went for the discussion about how kids don't grown up stuff.