Sexual Assault Awareness. - Tumblr Posts
It’s been a year Vanessa Guillen was killed and found. Her death could’ve been prevented if her sexual assault claims were answered.
Change.org has a petition to create a new law in honor of her. You can donate but if you can’t, share this.
Here’s the link: http://chng.it/TmNmDXXQg9
i think the worst part about sexual assault is the hatred that comes after. "was it my fault? was it the clothes i wore? the way i looked them in the eye? did i smile too much? did i not smile enough? did i laugh too boisterously and in doing so.. did i tempt them? is it my fault?"
it's not your fault. you can't change the outcome, you couldn't even if you knew. it's not your clothes, your smile, your hair, or your voice. it's them. you didn't ask for it, you didn't do anything to deserve it and you could never do anything to deserve sexual assault. you didn't want it and that's enough to say you didn't deserve it.
so forgive yourself. forgive yourself for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. forgive yourself for what you think you did to deserve it. forgive yourself. because it is no one's fault but theirs.
you didn't deserve it, so forgive yourself.
I’ve never really went to detail on my experiences with sexual abuse and I don’t necessarily plan on it anytime soon. All in all I am a victim of it and to this day it really affects me. I went unknown to the abuse I endured as a kid cause I was a naive child who grew up around it so to me at the time “it was normal”. It wasn’t till I made friends that I realized it was actually incredibly wrong. When you’re a child growing up around sexual abuse and that being your only source of knowledge you began to think that’s “normal”. It’s not until you get an outside perspective till you realize that it actually really isn’t normal. On top of the sexual abuse I endured growing up I had other situations with other people where I was sexually harassed. It affects me so much that any grown man who show me affection makes me genuinely scared that they’ll end up well… you know. Mixed with that fear is anger, anger that all of my offenders are able to walk freely without consequences. Angry that I’m not the only one but dozen upon dozen of people have the similar experiences. Angry that I was forced into silence for so long, angry that so many others are forced to be silent. I am no longer gonna be silent, I refuse to stay quiet. I speak for myself and the people who are forced into silence to this day.
I would like to go back to the year where women would be burnt at steak if accused to be a witch, cause I know damn well I would be brunt at steak and I rather be dead than have to live in world where I have to fight with people who can’t express basic sympathy to the struggles a person goes through regardless of their gender.
“Not all men”
“Not all women”
“Well I never —“
Irrelevant! Y’all wanna be praise so bad for doing the bare fucking minimum and not being a rapist, abuser, sexual assaulter, pedophile, groomer, serial killer, etc…
IRRELEVANT!!! Just be a human being and show love and support to a victims story, rather than making it about yourself or some fucked up gender competition.