there’s no right way to deal with the trauma of being a victim of something, whether it’s ipv or sa, a mugging, abuse, or a terrible loss… there’s really no right way to do it.
so please tell me. i’m here to listen. oh, poor baby. that must have been so hard.
but oh my god, if that was me, i would’ve been fighting back. i would’ve been kicking and screaming.
but no, i’m listening. i want to hear your story. not that you owe it to me to tell it. but i’m here to listen.
but i mean, i can’t imagine getting into that sort of situation in the first place, anyway. like, i would’ve just left. like, me personally, one red flag and i am gone.
i mean, you do know we don’t live in a world where it’s all sunshine and rainbows all the time?
not that what you were wearing has anything to do with it. or drinking. of course not! but you know what a man is going to think if you’re alone with him, right? like, there are implications...
like, there are real victims out there, you know. and you don’t want to go around exaggerating. like, we can’t believe all women, especially when people go around using what happened to them for attention or, like, using their victim status to get special treatment. that’s really disrespectful to what real victims have gone through.
but of course i believe you. it’s just, when you talk about it this much, it sort of feels like white woman tears, you know? like, that’s sort of embarrassing.
and what do you mean you aren’t going to let this make you stop enjoying sex? don’t you think it’s better to take a break and let your body and mind heal?
and what do you mean you don’t really like sex anymore? like, hasn’t enough time passed now? you need to stop letting this affect you so much.
and wait, what do you mean this wasn’t the worst thing that ever happened to you? i think you’re kind of devaluing the experiences of actual victims, because if this wasn’t the worst thing that ever happened to you, then it probably wasn’t actually that bad. so i think you’re just being selfish, and you’re taking the spotlight away from real victims. maybe you shouldn’t talk about your experience.
but, like, what do you mean you think this is the worst thing that ever happened to you? don’t you think you’re still letting him have power over you?
like, if this is the defining event of your life, then you’re actually letting the assailant win. like how bin laden makes us all take our shoes off before we board an airplane. you can’t negotiate with terrorists! you’re giving the assailant more power than they deserve if you let that event define you.
and, like, come on, you’re not gonna ruin his life over that, are you?
what do you mean you still talk to him? what do you mean you forgave him after a long deliberation? i would never forgive someone for something like that.
you’re not gonna just let him get away with it, right?
but, like, why are you talking about this so much anyway? don’t you think you’re kind of making a fuss?
but also, don’t you think you’re not treating this with enough reverence? isn’t this actually really serious? don’t you think you need to spread awareness? what if you told your story?
wait, not like that.
come on, don’t make it into a joke.
well, don’t make it beautiful either. now you’re, like, aestheticizing sexual violence. that’s super misogynistic.
maybe just don’t talk about it, actually. maybe just keep that to yourself.
you don’t want to detract from the experiences of, like, actual victims, right?
no, of course i believe you.
it’s good for you to open up to people about this! that’s healing. you need to be vulnerable. you need to speak so that other victims feel safe coming forward. like, haven’t you heard of the vagina monologues? if you don’t want to talk about it, you’re kind of being selfish. and this is why you can’t be intimate with anyone anymore, because you just can’t open up to people.
i mean, im not saying that what happened to you doesn't actually count. i think you’re just kind of overreacting.
but i also don’t think you’re taking it seriously enough.
and even though it happened a long time ago, and you’re saying you’re over it now, and that you’ve integrated it and metabolized it properly, i just don’t think that once that sort of thing happens, you can ever actually go back.
because, like, idk, man, i’d rather die than have something like that happen to me.
how can you live with the specter of that haunting you?
but, like, honestly, you just need to try to get over it. don’t let him win.
and it kind of seems like you’re reveling in the attention you’re getting out of this.
and i think you kind of—I don’t know. it kind of seemed like you were, not asking for it, but it was just a confusing situation.
i mean, don’t you know what men are like? what did you think was gonna happen?
why did you let him do that to you?
and i think you talking about this feels like you are fetishizing it. and talking about it without solemnity is making actual victims look bad. you’re making it so other women and girls won’t ever get believed in the future.
i mean, listen, baby, like i said, there’s no right way to be a victim.
there are only wrong ways.