This is a little rant that has been building up for a while, and to be honest, it's a little bit of a way to procrastinate about writing my Sociolinguistics research paper that's due Monday. Hey, it's supposed to be ten pages, I'm on the sixth. I'm not procrastinating too terribly.
Anyway. I don't exactly keep it a secret I've been abused and assaulted. Why should I feel ashamed of it? I'm not the one who DID it. But I've noticed increasingly how much it makes people uncomfortable to talk about. And I don't mean that I'm just randomly accosting strangers and assailing them with intimate details of being molested. I mean, people who are there, who are supposed to be my friends, who said they would be supportive.
But they wince even hearing me say, "Hey I was abused." They don't want to hear it. It makes them uncomfortable. And it annoys the fuck out of me. Sometimes I NEED to talk about it. Not just write it down in a private journal, but have someone else react to what I have to say and what happened.
And if they think it's uncomfortable just to hear and talk about...they should have tried living through it.
Anyway. I don't exactly keep it a secret I've been abused and assaulted. Why should I feel ashamed of it? I'm not the one who DID it. But I've noticed increasingly how much it makes people uncomfortable to talk about. And I don't mean that I'm just randomly accosting strangers and assailing them with intimate details of being molested. I mean, people who are there, who are supposed to be my friends, who said they would be supportive.
But they wince even hearing me say, "Hey I was abused." They don't want to hear it. It makes them uncomfortable. And it annoys the fuck out of me. Sometimes I NEED to talk about it. Not just write it down in a private journal, but have someone else react to what I have to say and what happened.
And if they think it's uncomfortable just to hear and talk about...they should have tried living through it.
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