As you probably know, someone started a trend where people post “Me too” if they’ve experienced sexual harassment or assault. It’s not a perfect campaign, but I’m glad it happened anyway.
Why? Because it finally gave me an easy way to out myself as a survivor! Continue reading I Finally “Came Out” as a Sexual Assault Survivor!
I’ve made large strides in my healing process since it started around five years ago. It’s been full of ups and downs, but five main things have helped me to get where I am today — a place that I’m pretty content with. I hope these strategies might help you too, if you’re a fellow survivor. Continue reading My Five Most Helpful Strategies for Healing from Sexual Assault
Trigger warning: child abuse (and brief mentions of domestic abuse, elder abuse and animal abuse)
If I hit my boyfriend right now, it would be completely rational to call the police.
If I hit my grandma right now, it would be completely rational to call the police.
If I hit a dog right now, it would be completely rational to call the police.
If I had a child and spanked them, a lot of people would shrug and do nothing. Continue reading Why is Spanking Children Still Legal?
It’s been five months since I’ve had what’d I’d call a disruptive “PTSD” episode. Five months since an episode has thrown me off for more than a few seconds. I don’t understand. What’s going on!?!? This is blowing my mind! I literally never thought this would happen. I never dared hope that I’d arrive at a place where I could be mostly free from the shackles of almost-mental illness.
Continue reading An Unexpected Vacation from PTSD
Obviously I don’t mean to say that it’s a good thing that I’ve survived sexual assault and witnessed domestic abuse, but I’ve been thinking lately about how it’s changed me in a good way. I’ve written about how sexual assault has changed me in the past, but here are a few new thought’s I’ve had about the subject: Continue reading How Sexual Assault and Domestic Abuse Have Changed Me… In a Good Way?
Last fall, I saw sexually assaulted while swing dancing by a guy we’ll call L. He doesn’t dance much anymore, but it still shouldn’t have been a surprise when I ran into him yesterday. Luckily, I was able to keep my cool for the most part. I was shocked and uncomfortable when I first saw him. I even considered leaving. But why let him steal my joy? So I stayed and tried to stay on the opposite end of the room whenever possible. He seemed to be avoiding me as well.
My first few dances after he arrived were detached and the smile I had on my face was very fake. I tried to stay in the moment, think happy thoughts (such as putting the image in my head of A on one knee) and remind myself that L can’t harm me anymore. I hope I don’t see him again ever… but at least it was bearable to run into him. I’m so thankful that my PTSD has been giving me a break these last couple months.
I like to talk about mental illness on this blog and my personal struggles with mental health. But let’s be clear: I’m not technically mentally ill. I’m in a weird gray area, because I have symptoms of PTSD but it’s not serious enough for a diagnosis. Recently I found out that there’s an unofficial name for this: subthreshold PTSD. Continue reading Subthreshold PTSD