My brain is slowly turning to mush with fatigue, so, besides the rather unoriginal title, I’ll be amazed if what I write makes sense.
So I need to make some phone calls first thing tomorrow. Those of you who have played the game of phone tag may relate to this: Two of my calls happened nearly at the same time, and when I was gone. My daughter had a very short pediatric appointment, but I wanted to visit the gym nearby. (The wind was fierce and it lightly rained, so, I thought getting into the pool was worth it.)
One call came in the morning, actually; I was mildly surprised that it came because I hung up on the dispatcher. I called the RAINN hotline.
I don’t like talking about this, but, I’m going to do it anyways. Last night I was triggered, not by a post, but, by a comment.
I think the most that I will say is that men do not seem to understand the reality of women abusing men. Yes, the statistics right now say that the vast majority of cases involve men abusing women. That does not erase the instances of men being abused, especially when women perpetrate.
I wouldn’t doubt that such cases are vastly underreported. And when they are? Society doesn’t believe us. They tell us we should have been able to stop it.
Except sometimes I think it would have been more clear cut if my mother had fucked me physically instead of emotionally and mentally.