It's important to note the very personal, very impactful and damaging nature of internalizing the message: "I don't believe you."
Let me say this "out loud," because I needed it said to me:
Just because someone else says it didn't happen doesn't mean it didn't happen.
I was 12 when I was raped.
You know what I was most afraid of? I was most afraid of getting in trouble for having let someone into the house while my family was away. I was most afraid of having to explain that I only invited him in to help him with math homework.
I was 12.
Sep 17, 2018 • 99 tweets • 25 min read
Here's the story of how my trauma put a literal hole in my abdomen.
I'm typing as I go; please forgive typos and/or wonky syntax. And try to forgive me if halfway through it I delete and/or disappear. This story, this experience are still pretty raw.
Also, let me go ahead & disclaim:
I am no one. I am an authority on nothing.
I don't have a license to practice anything but driving.
Please never construe anything I ever say as medical, legal, or other advice.
I'm telling a story.
I wouldn't listen to me if I were you.
Sep 15, 2018 • 9 tweets • 4 min read
Today in Salt Lake City I protested for the 70th time in 70 days.
I cried most of the 2.5 hours I stood.
It was healing.
It was cleansing.
It was so deeply—so very bone-and-soul-deep, deeply—painful.
And infuriating.
And terrifying.
Tonight, I grieved.
#StandOnEveryCorner
Today, in list after list of people who vouch for Brett Kavanaugh's honor, I heard loudly & clearly from my own US Senator:
A woman's voice does not, cannot, will not matter.
A man in power—a man with a lot to lose—can and will swiftly silence women who dare speak truth.