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Two Simultaneous Truths
Be forewarned, this is part rant, and part examination of what it means to stand with women who have been through sexual trauma rather that silence and diminish them. Here we go...
A child's cry for her mom's love
I was a little girl who just wanted her mother's love, but instead I got blamed and hated. Here's my story! My mother brother and I moved to Averill Ave in a small town a long with her 2 other sisters and their children .We all went to number 15 school I was 5 when we moved there, As a child we were always told that children should not be seen when their adults in the room we were taught to respect all Elders, but what happens when a adult miss treat a child and nothing was done about it, but you were told that you are a lair and all you did was go to bed like you were told. While I am laying in my bed I had a nightmare about rats and in my dream their were nothing but blood all over my room, their was a big fat rat sitting on my chest, once I realize what was happening I started screaming and crying for my mom to come I kept calling for her but no one answered I called out for her again and again just to be woken up by her boyfriend Bosco. When Bosco entered my room he had on just his boxers and no shirt .With his boney little legs and arms I wish I was much older but at that time I was just a little girl looking for my mother and she was no where to be found. When Bosco entered my room he said, "What's wrong with you? Why are you in screaming! I said," I had a bad dream" and I want my mom! he said" your momma not here she left now shut all that noise up before I give you something to scream about "I was scared but I'm still crying for my mom and she wasn't there! While I'm still crying Bosco walks over to where I was laying and got in my bed I didn't know what to do I thought it was ok because he was grown and I was told to respect my elders so I thought letting Bosco in my bed was the right thing to do ,but then he started touching me in places he wasn't suppose to because it hurt, he had long fingers nails that he would put inside of my 5 year old vagina. My mother then walks in and catches Bosco in my bed and ask him "What are you doing? He got smart with my mom and got up and went back in my mother room ,my mother left to go next door and I got up and ran after her ,but when I got there, I over heard my mother telling my Aunt that she caught me in the bed with Bosco, Not I found Bosco in the bed with my child! She did ABSOLUTELY nothing but blame me, nobody cared enough about me instead I grew up being hated for something I had no control over ,Now I'm grown and hate PEDOPHILES.I have buried this for so long today is the first time I spoke on this I hope you guys liked this story because this was hard to write but I want to heal and my healing starts today I hope this touches someone who may be going thru the same thing and know you are not alone and please tell someone thanks for hearing my story.
Failure to Refuse
I want to share a story of my first sexual experience. It serves for me as catharsis. I also hope to give gentle cautionary advice. My goal is for people to find courage when they're afraid to speak. This tale begins long ago in my life and comes full circle in the current era.
I'm A Survivor Of Unresolved Trauma And I'm Here To Share My Story With You
When I was a freshman in high school, all the girls in their ninth-grade gym classes were taught self-defense should they ever come in contact with a predator one day. I was informed that one in four girls are sexually abused or raped by the age of eighteen. Back then I knew deep down in my heart that one day I'd be that one put of four girls. I was right. I hate being right.
Those who make #metoo claims years later or for attention, fame, money or to ruin someone's career
I wanted to talk about this topic for a while. As a me too survivor I have to deal with people not believing me because of people who make claims that come at times that make people question the authenticity of the story. People throw the word liar around a lot when maybe the people are telling the truth. I want to talk about the people who make others question the me too movement. Let's talk about these groups individually first.
What it was like back then:
For me, #me too began in a flower shop in about 1974. We didn't call it that back then, of course. In fact, we didn't talk about such things much at all. I started looking for work as a very shapely, older-looking 14 year old in a large urban area. I did so not because we were living in poverty. Quite the opposite: my dad owned a very successful business. But I was bright and independent. Perhaps too much so for my own good. School bored me to tears - I could maintain straight A's while going to every class high. And dad and I could not get along - at all. We would fight for hours - literally and very loudly - most days when he came home, and especially if he had been drinking, which was at least once a week. It brought my dear mother to tears and entertained my brothers and friends and neighbors as they sat outside under the windows. It wasn't that we didn't love each other. I was the eldest child and only daughter and the apple of dad's eye. I was just growing up too fast and he was trying to put the brakes on a runaway train. I needed to escape and there was only one honorable and allowable way to do so - get a job.
Storytime: The Worst Thing My Boss Ever Did To Me
I still can't believe what happened. **Storytime Submission by Chinaza from Facebook. Story was slightly edited and reworked for grammar and clarity.
It takes time to heal
I remember my mom introducing him as her new boyfriend. He had just got out of prison living in a halfway house. He seemed different but I was only 6 what would I know. I just knew my mom was happy with him and being young and seeing her get beaten in the face with the end of a gun until her face was bloody by her ex, i just cared about her being happy.
When I was 16, I begged my mother to take me to the GYN because I was having painful menstrual cycles; after a few attempts to take care of them at home she made an appointment for me, she asked me "are you having sex?" flat out while we waited in the waiting area "No" and that was the truth; was someone raping me? yes.
Healing Takes Time
It is amazing how even the "smallest" act can impact someone for so long. ***Important information for this story, I have a rare joint condition that causes me to easily injure myself and dislocate joints. ***
Do You Need A Ride?
I slowed down as I pulled into my apartment complex, glad that the next day was Friday because the week had taken its toll on me. The engine in my aging Ford grinded ever so slightly and the front of the car shook a little when I pulled the key out of the ignition. It was a good old car and all I could really afford right now. Mustard yellow with a bit of rust, but it started every morning.
What me too cases mean for the movement
So we have had at least 3 legal cases that has to do with me too like stories. We had the Bill Cosby, Harvey Weinestein and R Kelly cases. If you want to lump Jeffrey Epstein into this then you can. There was some talk about what this will do for the movement after the trails ended. There was also some talk about what this means for the movement. I want to look at what they mean to the movement and what they will do in this article.