Skip to main content

Feeling Down

I've been sad for a number of reasons (one of which is that I learned that a close family member has terminal cancer, it's very sudden and I'm very sad about it). I also get depressed when the seasons shift anyway, it's part of my illness, but I'm also sad because of certain news stories that come out. I'm sad that time after time men in positions of power abuse their power, and then other men call the woman coming forward a liar. This is sad, and it's outrageous and it needs to stop.
Image result for sad
My son is three years old. I say things to him like, "If Charlotte is playing with a ball you want, make sure you ask permission before taking it away." Yeah, it's subtle, but he needs to learn that he can't just take what isn't his. I have to start young because not having these conversations with our boys leads to greater issues. Ignoring it by calling it "locker room talk" or saying things like, "boys will be boys" just perpetuates the issue and makes it worse. It's time to break the cycle.

I'm one woman, but I want to share my stories. If they can help me by unburdening my heart and also help others, good.

1. At 11 years old a classmate began pinching my behind while I would be getting books from my locker. School officials looked the other way, did nothing to address him, so my parents moved me to a different school. This is the first instance I can recall where I was inconvenienced because no one would discipline the boy.

2. At Catholic school, where I was transferred, the same thing happened except the girls in the class were calling me a liar, egging the boys on, and the principal stepped in...to imply that maybe it was something I was doing. It wasn't. We wore uniforms. My parents moved me back to my old school.

3. Freshman year of high school I wore a spaghetti strap tank top. It was hot, the school was not air conditioned. I was called to the office because my shirt was "distracting the boys." Instead of addressing the boys and telling them that they need to control themselves, I was given a sweater from the lost and found and forced to wear it for the rest of the day. My parents were called and told I was not to wear shirts like that ever again.

4. Also in high school a senior boy gave me a ride home. He stopped in front of my house, leaned over my seat and held the door so I couldn't get out, and tried to kiss me. I pushed him away, he got mad at me because he was "nice enough to give me a ride home and I couldn't even thank him with a kiss."

5. I was 20, at a party, drunk, passing out, I felt someone behind me, tugging at my clothes. It was my best friends little brother. I woke up, sobered up, tried to get up, told him to stop, he wouldn't, I cried, I begged him to stop, he got mad at me for stopping him. I wanted to leave, I told my best friend, she told me she didn't believe me because "blood is thicker than water."

6. Also 20, a colleague gave me a ride home. Instead he took me to his apartment, asked me if I had ever "seen a black man's dick before" and proceeded to show it to me. I wanted to go home as he initially promised, he complied and took me home after he masturbated in front of me.

7. A boyfriend.
8. Another boyfriend.
9. And another...
10. They all expected, took, moved on with no regard to me as a sentient being, as a person with feelings, they all hurt me and lived their lives without ever thinking what they did or continued to do was wrong.

At 21, I threatened to kill myself. My father called the police, they admitted me and got me the help I needed. I finally told my parents all of it, everything.

It's not a surprise to me like someone like Kavanaugh would act indifferent, he was raised to think it was perfectly fine to take whatever he wanted from females. So many men are raised that way.

As I write this, I am in tears. I'm reliving all of it and it makes me sick to my stomach. I know that no matter what I said no one would truly hear me because "boys will be boys".

No. I'm sorry, no. This is not okay.

Women are people. We have feelings, hearts, voices, we have a say. Men can't just force themselves upon us, they can't just take what they want and act like it's all okay. They can't do it and the culture needs to stop.

Share my stories, share yours. Wake up. Men need to stop being coddled. Boys need to be taught respect. Parents need to hold their boys responsible.

I'm not saying all women are totally innocent, I am sharing my experiences but I am also saying that it's difficult for these males to hold themselves responsible if no one else does. When we have a president that says, "women, you need to treat them like shit" what kind of message is that sending to our young men???

Nothing will erase the pain I have endured but we can prevent pain like this, it's easy, just teach people that they can't just take what doesn't belong to them.


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Long December

It's weird but I feel like November has been December for three weeks. I don't know why but my body keeps telling me that it's December and it has been. In fact, Thanksgiving feels like it happened weeks ago rather than just one week ago. Maybe it's the fact that I have little kids and they are getting ready for Christmas and are filled with excitement over the prospect of Santa Claus and presents. Or maybe it's because Thanksgiving came a little earlier than usual this year. Whatever it is, it's a weird feeling. The last time something like this happened to me was in October of 2014. After the month ended, I felt like it was still October until well into February of the following year. It truly makes no sense considering time is an invented human concept. Most of our ancient ancestors and nearly all of our animal friends don't give a hoot about time down to the second. Months aren't even real, it's just a thing we do. It feels like it's be...

"Life is pain"

"Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something." - Man in Black Have you ever had those days where you feel like the only lesson is the lesson above? That life is pain? I feel that way today. I'm sitting at my desk feeling self-conscious, feeling every ounce of depression I possess flowing through me. I feel alone, awkward, sad, uncertain...I feel pain. I feel loss. A close family member died rather suddenly. His fight was one he knew he wouldn't win. Cancer very rarely allows its opponent to succeed. The world lost another great man and here we are, those that loved him, in pain. Life is all about letting go, I know that. I know that this is a temporary existence but how can we reconcile that fact knowing that our time could be up any second? I don't want to live my life waiting. I want to live my life living. If there is a heaven and I get there, I want to make sure I did everything in my power to have the be...

Comparison

I thought it might be interesting to compare the resume of Robert Mueller to that of Donald Trump. Care to take a peak? (I tried to keep it objective.) Robert Swan Mueller III Donald John Trump Sr. DOB August 7, 1944 June 14, 1946 Place of Birth New York City New York City Place Raised Philadelphia New York City High School St. Paul's, New Hampshire New York Military Academy High School Sport Captain of the Soccer Team Soccer Political Affiliation Republican Party Republican Party College Princeton Fordham Wharton University of Pennsylvania Degree Bachelor's in Politics Bachelor's in Economics Graduate School New York University Degree Master's in International Relations Military Marine Corp. Deferred Military Awards Bronze Star (with valor) Purple Heart Medal Navy Commendation Medal (2) (with ...