I don't know that I can actually say that and mean it, but I suppose at least I can try to be a little less silent.
My old boss used to say that all of her close friends had been raped and she wondered outloud to me whether we were capable of forming friendships with people, specifically women, who hadn't experienced it.
If nothing else, it doesn't have to colour our entire existance, but I suppose once in awhile, it's important to acknowledge the people we were before we became the people we are.
Sound stilted? I can feel my arms and hands tensing as a type this. It's always more than what it seems, and always less than what it feels. Anyway,
Into the woods,
It's always when
You think at last
You're through, and then
Into the woods you go again,
To take another journey...
Into the woods, but not to stray,
Nor tempt the wolf,
Nor steal from the giant....
I'm Marci. I'm a survivor of sexual violence.
I didn't think it would be that hard to type.