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Through what my mother would call the grace of God, and what I regard as the sheerest of dumb luck, I have never experienced sexual violence. Still, I can stand with survivors and wave the flag.
No pity. No shame. No silence.
I wondered for a moment what it would look like if just for one day, everyone who had survived sexual violence were visible as a survivor, if we could actually see the extent of it, if we could all know just how very not-alone we are. I wondered how angry and sad it would make me to know. I wondered how much power there might be in the truth.
No pity. No shame. No silence.
I wondered for a moment what it would look like if just for one day, everyone who had survived sexual violence were visible as a survivor, if we could actually see the extent of it, if we could all know just how very not-alone we are. I wondered how angry and sad it would make me to know. I wondered how much power there might be in the truth.