I am emotionally and mentally exhausted.
I am a survivor of sexual abuse. I know many others who are as well. We are watching all these people mock victims, watching as we are asked to bare our souls, watching as we are told “boys will be boys”, watching as a man exercises his privileges.
I am horrified and pissed off at how many times we have to watch this scene play out.
I worry for the world my step-daughter will grow up in. I worry for the world my niece will grow up in. I worry for the world that we are all living in. I pray as hard as I can to all the Divine beings that the girls and woman in my life, and the world, will be safe. That they will not have their trust broken by someone who is a predator. That their church, their school, their homes, the play groups, the mall, the street they walk on, that anywhere they are is a safe space.
And I hope that justice is served.
I worry for my son as well. Worry that someone will hurt him. I stress consent in our home. I hope the lessons stick so he is safe from predators. I hope the lessons stick so that he makes the world safer through his actions and doesn’t become one of the entitled Brock Turners of the world.
In the end:
I believe you.