Embracing with my entire being the #metoo
movements dominating conversations everyday and everywhere. This post is just a lil reminder to all those that thought I was lying or making stories up for attention when I tried to open up about the fact my best friend sexually attacked in my sleep in 2013. The overwhelming degree of negative responses I personally received i.e. “He doesn’t look like the kind of person to do that.” , “You must have remembered wrong.”, “Oh, it’s your fault because you let him stay over.”, “He’s your best friend, he would never do that. “You were both drunk, so it doesn’t count.”, this, all this, broke my heart, my spirit, and everything that I was. I became the drama queen, the fake friend, the crazy liar, the attention seeker, the drunk slut, and he was the victim. Because that was how society dictated it and that was the norm we all lived by. So I ran away from the issue and disconnected myself from everybody else because I felt so ashamed, because I was made to feel ashamed. It took me years (with the help of professional counselling and emotional support from family and friends) to realise that I wasn’t the crazy one, that I wasn’t the one who made a mistake, and that most importantly, that it was not my fault.
So hey, I hope these movements give y’all the opportunity to better understand the stigma that surrounds sexual attack and harassment. Because to me, that makes all the difference. Have a good day, everybody! ✨