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Category Archives: violence
I wanted to write a post about having gratitude even in the midst of being a Sick Person, but then death smacked me upside the head a few days ago, and then social media flooded with stories of the woman attacked and sexually assaulted by the Stanford student (whose name I refuse to speak), and the lenient sentence he got, and … I just can’t. All I can do is cry. I cry for the victim of that horrible crime, even as I applaud ‘Emily Doe’s’ courage in writing and reading her Victim Statement, and sharing it with the world. It is hard to read. (But I hope you do.) It makes me cry more. But it is also hopeful. That maybe what she went … Continue reading
… child abuse April is Child Abuse Prevention Month, and I am a child abuse survivor, so it’s only fitting I include this topic in my theme of dSavannah Defects. You may think that child abuse doesn’t happen any more, but it does. Often. All the time. And you may think that child abuse is perpetrated by strangers. But it’s not. More often than not, children are abused by people they know well: family members, neighbors, church friends. It can range from neglect to beatings to verbal abuse to sexual assault. And no matter its “type”, it is devastating and hurtful and causes long-term problems. Goddess, but this is difficult to write about. Child abuse is often perpetrated by victims. It cycles through generations. I … Continue reading
…Damaged It’s 3am and I’m lying on the floor in my studio, legs and arms splayed out, and I’m crying. I’m crying because I hurt so much I can’t sleep. I’m crying because I’m exhausted. I’m crying because I’m damaged. *** In looking at my pictures (because of course I wouldn’t post a bad one, would I?) or looking at me in person, you’d probably never know there’s anything wrong with me. A cursory glance shows a medium-height, thin girl with dark hair and bright green eyes. You might think I’m a little tired, but that’s it. But of course, that’s not just it. For one, as I’ve mentioned, I hurt. I always hurt. Always. My joints, my muscles, every bit of me. Some parts … Continue reading
It’s *his* story, but it’s also mine. Because that night, many years ago, we were the second people he called after he shot and killed a man. We were there with him, all night, as he paced and paced, and talked and talked, and we listened. My friend, a police officer, had drawn his gun in the line of duty, and pulled the trigger. And that act ended the life of another human being. I wasn’t there when the shooting actually occurred. But I was there with my friend, right after he’d been cleared to go home by his superiors. We were there, all night, listening to him talk. Listening and supporting a man who I, to this day, trust with my very life. Listening, … Continue reading
My heart is heavy as I type this, as is the nation’s, and likely the world’s. Twenty children, seven adults, killed senselessly. I try to avoid reading about it, or watching the stories. I don’t want to buy into the culture of sensationalism. Nor do I want to negatively affect my own mental state, my own mental illness (depression). But I also can’t ignore it, not completely. I think that The Anarchist Soccer Mom probably says it best: this country needs to look carefully at its mental health care, or lack thereof. They used to throw anybody in an institution. Then they decided that was inhumane, and most of them closed. Now, where do you go when you need help? When your child needs help? … Continue reading
Be supportive. Understand your importance as a friend. What you say and do can really make a difference in someone’s story. If a loved one confides in you that they are experiencing abuse, believe them and be there for them. This doesn’t mean you have to “fix” their situation for them. They may just need to feel that they are not alone. You can do so much just by listening and not judging them.
Challenge #4: It can happen to anyone. To learn more, visit The Hotline to get help or participate in the challenge.