Tag: Sexual Violence

On Grief and Vertigo

On Grief and Vertigo
For the last six weeks, I’ve had vertigo. There are reasons for it, some self-inflicted, some accidental. Vaccine reactions. Ear surgery. New and increased prescriptions in my glasses. Migraines. More vaccine reactions. Swelling from having the stitches removed from my ears. Medication side effects. It’s not typically a mystery. Regardless of the cause, each step... Read more »

Our Last New Year's Eve

Our Last New Year's Eve
My relationship with December 31 has never exactly been pleasant. The first New Year’s Eve I can really remember commemorating was at my best friend’s house. She and I sat up for hours through the night as she sobbed on her kitchen floor, begging me to convert to Christianity because she didn’t want to die... Read more »

Colposcopy and the Hippocampus, or, Your Stress is Killing You

Colposcopy and the Hippocampus, or, Your Stress is Killing You
“You need to reduce your stress,” my doctor said. She said this at the tail end of a paragraph about all the things I wasn’t supposed to do in the aftermath of my procedure. I was not supposed to exercise, not even yoga. I was not supposed to soak in a hot bath. I was... Read more »
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The Nightmares That Don't End

The Nightmares That Don't End
Content warning: This is a post about PTSD and sexual trauma, among other things.   After my sexual assault when I was fourteen, I attempted suicide. It’s hard to describe the feeling of a simultaneous overdose on contraindicating substances, but it left me with a feeling of physical unreality that took months to begin to pass.... Read more »

What It Means to be Sickened by the News

What It Means to be Sickened by the News
The word “anger” is not enough. Not when every day I feel assaulted by the events surrounding me. Concentration camps at the border, full of filthy, hungry, cold children. Children sick with flu and with untreated fractures and who are being sexually assaulted en masse in “detention.’ And the word “horrified” is not enough when... Read more »

Parenting with Bojack and Bertie

Parenting with Bojack and Bertie
Those of you who follow me on my social media (links below and you totally should), you know I’m a bit obsessed with my television. I watch Star Trek, all Star Trek, on a bit of a perpetual loop. I’m a giant nerd for Doctor Who. And I re-watch the entirety of Bojack Horseman. A lot. Bojack... Read more »
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Rape Culture and Government, a #SAAPM microcosm

Rape Culture and Government, a #SAAPM microcosm
One of my favorite teachers of all time, the late legendary Tom Dodd of Community High School in Ann Arbor, MI, was known for being inappropriate with students. I don’t mean he had sexual relationships with students, but a big part of what made him an institution and a student favorite was his overt, overwhelming... Read more »

Let's talk about Joe Biden and unwanted touching, shall we?

Let's talk about Joe Biden and unwanted touching, shall we?
Women in the United States live in a continuum of sexual violence. We are constantly on alert to prevent it, coping with it when it happens, and dealing with it after it happens to some degree. ALWAYS. Little girls are sexualized by grown-ass adults from the minute a pink sticker is slapped on their cot... Read more »

Next Year is its own Resolution

Next Year is its own Resolution
There is a desperation that comes at the end of the year. All the things not yet accomplished, all the things to begin fresh with the new year. Lists of goals and resolutions and the abortive calculus of “better than” versus “working on” multiplied by “Things That Have Changed.” After Thanksgiving, it’s all a matter of... Read more »
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What It's Like to be a Rape Survivor in America Right Now

What It's Like to be a Rape Survivor in America Right Now
I am seven years old. Strange women at the public pool touch my hair. They grab me and pull me out of the line to the concession stand. It is frightening and aggressive, but they only mean it as a compliment. I know this because strange people are always stopping me and touching my hair. Whether... Read more »