Big Words.
Aug. 3rd, 2004 01:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
la_rainetteI don't use them. They burn my tongue and my keyboard. I fear their power. I always stay on the light-hearted side of things. Call it cowardice, I do sometimes.
But some of them need to be said, and beg to be heard.
No Pity. No Shame. No Silence.
I have never been raped, but I have been approached in an entirely unsuitable manner by an adult male as a child.
What I remember most is the shame. My own grandmother, not believing me, telling me I was making things up. And then, wondering if I was mistaken, if I should have stayed silent, and kept it to myself. I was lucky, however. I still remember the loathing in my mum's eyes, when she looked at my grandma. And her careful vigilance for the rest of our stay. I am not sure I thanked her enough for that. I don't think I can.
As a mother of two girls, I now live in constant fear of what could happen to them. Of the few minutes that could change their lives. I mean it. And they're only five and three.
Nothing ever happened to that guy, BTW. I am left wondering whether he ever pawed other young girls, and what happened to them. I wonder if my not speaking up for fear of causing troubles may not have caused even more damage - to others, unknown.
No silence.
But some of them need to be said, and beg to be heard.
No Pity. No Shame. No Silence.
I have never been raped, but I have been approached in an entirely unsuitable manner by an adult male as a child.
What I remember most is the shame. My own grandmother, not believing me, telling me I was making things up. And then, wondering if I was mistaken, if I should have stayed silent, and kept it to myself. I was lucky, however. I still remember the loathing in my mum's eyes, when she looked at my grandma. And her careful vigilance for the rest of our stay. I am not sure I thanked her enough for that. I don't think I can.
As a mother of two girls, I now live in constant fear of what could happen to them. Of the few minutes that could change their lives. I mean it. And they're only five and three.
Nothing ever happened to that guy, BTW. I am left wondering whether he ever pawed other young girls, and what happened to them. I wonder if my not speaking up for fear of causing troubles may not have caused even more damage - to others, unknown.
No silence.
