I didn’t just read the Stanford rape victim’s letter. I felt IT. I remembered IT. Then I remembered that I am not IT and IT no longer controls me like IT used to. I prayed for that young woman and her heart and mind as she goes through the myriad of emotions that IT creates. My heart hurts for her because I know she not only has to deal with the immense and intense emotions that will affect every fiber of who she is and what she does but then has to face the barrage of wanna-be prosecutors who sit behind keyboards with their opinions of who she is, what she did and how she should feel, deal or heal.
I’ve read tons of blogs and news articles with various views on the rapist, the victim and even those who have written about it. I’ve been quite on the blog front lately but there are several things about what I’m consistently reading that just get to me. The judgments, the fact that she’s had to relive the pain over and over and continues to as the media revels in the attention this is getting in addition to the downplaying of the serious pain and struggle she will face possibly for the rest of her life prompt me to speak up.
I know I am not alone. She is not alone. Neither are the 1 in 4 females who are sexually assaulted in their life times. IT happens every day to girls and women across the country and the world. IT doesn’t care what you think about what you would or wouldn’t do. IT doesn’t care if you think someone should just “get over it” and move on. Unless you understand IT stopping judging those who do. Try to understand how deeply this can wound a heart and soul and put some of the energy you have judging into supporting, encouraging and building up girls around you because you can’t live your life without knowing someone affected with this often hidden pain.
These are the poems I wrote early on in my pain as a high school and college student trying to cope in a world where we didn’t speak of IT. It’s been almost 20 years that I’ve been healing. Though I will always have reminders of what happened to me I know that I am NOT what happened to me. I’ve chosen not to let my life experiences be in vain and I’ve found purpose in my pain by sharing my story and my healing. I hope these poems help those in their own healing have hope that the process of healing happens and it can get better. I also hope those of you who don’t have a clue how IT can feel please read and try to grasp the enormity of the weight and burden IT creates in the lives of those it touches and then do something productive with that knowledge or empathy. Please…..
I'm a Gypsy soul, with an Entrepreneurial spirit and compassionate heart. I believe passionate people inspire people and that we all should be chasing our passions in life. I help others do that through helping others figure out how to LIVE life, LOVE more and LEARN as they GO explore.
Having taught ASL and Entrepreneurship both in the classroom and online to high school students for the past 12 years, I have a heart of teenagers and helping them succeed.
I also love encouraging closet gypsy souls who are afraid to just chase their dreams and be true to the real person they are who's been locked away inside because of fear.
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