Appreciated Sarah’s post this morning in dedication to the many survivors out there. Thank you for your eloquence.
“Before you point that accusatory finger
in my direction, remember this:
I never asked for it.”
The sun is setting and I feel the cold seeping into my bones. I feel the life bleeding out of my feet, leeching into the ground. And I stand here, breathing smoke into the sky. Because that’s all I have left to give — pieces of my broken spirit. And that’s all that remains after the vultures picked me apart. So before you point that accusatory finger in my direction, remember this: I never asked for it. I never gave the wrong signals. I didn’t deserve all you forced upon me.
And how could I have known better? I was barely old enough to walk, let alone understand what vile things you wanted from me. If you wouldn’t blame a child, then why blame the teenager for going to a party? Why blame the…
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Thank you for sharing.
No, thank you for sharing your thoughts! Some people have a difficult time sharing these feelings even from behind a computer screen.
I understand. It took me about two years to finally be able to tell my story, and begin advocating for change/helping people by sharing mine.