I cannot even begin to express my love and gratitude to all of you who left comments on my post from yesterday.
Each of you wrapped yourselves around me and loved me compassionately, no judgment--without even knowing me.
What a beautiful thing that was to experience.
Tears were flooding my face as I read your words, and peace was filling my heart.
This blogging community that I have found myself in?
Overflowing with gorgeously kind and supportive people.
I give my love to you all.
But I also need to apologize.
Some of my post was not clear.
My shame does not come from being raped...
Sadly, that time was not the first, just the most heinous.
The one I could not deny as rape.
The first one I spoke aloud.
I am not ashamed of what was done to me.
No victim should be, but so often we are.
I almost let it kill me, but I made it out.
I am a survivor.
I am proud of that.
I would be lying though if I tried to say that I got to that place WITHOUT some intensive therapy, and I would also be remiss if I did not admit that sometimes--
There are still trickles of shame.
Even though I KNOW:
It was not my fault.
I could not fight back-drugging takes away choice, funny that...
And 3 grown men against one 5'3 woman with Cerebral Palsy?
Not so much a fair fight.
Or very human, for that matter.
I know that NOW, and I am not ashamed of being a survivor.
But despite what I "know" there are still moments....
Even while writing this post, I found myself shocked at the familiar wash of shame that came over me.
Our intellectual minds and emotional minds do not always meet where they should.
But those past tinges of shame were not what I was referring to in that last post.
I am ashamed of myself for not reporting the rape.
For not seeking justice.
For sticking my head in the sand.
For letting three grown men violate me and walk away without any consequences.
Knowing that I never will.
I know that there are survivors who fought within an inch of their lives to seek justice.
Faced judgment and further violation, for the sake of taking a stand.
I took no such stand.
I don't think I could have survived it.
I am in awe of you who did, who are.
I am sorry I could not.
It truly does shame me, but I hope those reading can understand.
You all have my apologies, my love and my gratitude.
With your words have been salve on a very deep and slow-healing wound.
Thank you. So very much.
You've given me such a beautiful gift on my birthday...