I once heard someone say out loud, “Well I don’t believe in rape because who doesn’t like sex?” There are so many things you could say to that but from personal experience. 7 year olds. I didn’t choose it when I was 7 and my niece did not fucking choose this.
When someone says things about any type of abuse I tense up inside, my body aches from the core, my eyes go frozen, my body goes numb, then lastly…
My heart dies once again.
Innocence had been snatched away from her at a tender age. That’s how she understands the concept of kindness so easily.
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If you’re not noticed, you’re still valid.
Like, if no ones gonna read it, you should still write it.
If no ones gonna see it, you should still do it.
If no ones gonna hear you, you should still say it.
You’re not measured by how people react to you.
You’re not measured by how people react to you.
i go over and over the details of what happened, trying to prove to myself definitively that it either was unequivocally rape or that I’m lying. Because, I didn’t fight back physically. And I wonder, if I did, would he have left me alone? And if he would have left me alone if I resisted better, does it not count as rape? I can’t quite remember enough to be sure of anything.
