I read a blog on a TedTalk about male violence and poverty. I didn’t see the talk, just read the blog. I thought I had such a fortunate life not to have experienced this but then I remembered something I have never told anyone ever.
I was walking to meet some friends at our junior high school, so, like 8th grade. It was about a half of a mile from home, but I walked this way every day. There was no one around, it was a day off of school. This car pulled up and an unshaven man asked me if I wanted a ride. I was panicky and freaking out. I knew it wasn’t a good thing, but, I didn’t want to be rude. Back in the day, you weren’t rude to adults, but you shouldn’t talk to strangers. I just yelled no thank you and ran away through the elementary school to the junior high. My heart was pounding, I was so scared. Nothing happened, but who knew?
I never told anyone. Not sure why. I guess because I was okay?
I have talked to a lot of people since, but not about this but about their abuse. The people I know who were abused were abused by family members, which is so horrible.
What can we do to make this go away?
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You may not have said anything for a lot of reasons but look how long you’ve carried that story around. Females have been taught to be silent when bad things are done to them or when they are threatened. Society gives them this message. Sometimes they even BLAME the female for what happens to them, asking them what THEY did to cause the incident. You’re lucky you ran. I’m happy that you were brave enough to escape. Sexual abuse at the hands of family member is such a horrific and disgusting act. The evilness of of the people destroying young lives is completely unacceptable and should be punished with life in prison. Unfortunately, the people who write and enforce the laws are men that’s why the laws protect them and turn things around to blame the children.