The words 'broken' and 'damaged' are thrown around frequently to describe people like me. Shattered, and unable to form the ashes into something, anything at all, would be how I would describe the state of mind I lived with for a very long time.
A new book by the poet and dramatist Stephen Fife bears witness to the point that sexual abuse occupies a strange place in the American landscape.
While sharing about BLVR's investment in us, I shared my personal story of being sexually abused by a family friend when I was six, keeping it secret until after graduating college, and about the heavy toll it took on my life.
It's important to not forget how fortunate some of us are. It's equally important to not forget what happened to Atefah and what's happening to a multitude of children in Iran. If we forget, we declare our complacency with the human rights situation in Iran.
My life was all about how I fit into other people's lives -- as mother, sister, daughter, wife, teacher, student and friend. I didn't know I was allowed to have my own life. As a good woman, I am a full partner in my own life.
We are a refugee-taking country, not a refugee-making one. The unflinching truth that we must come to terms with is that these are Americans. These are our people. These innocent ones were born under the shadow of our flag. They were born into the promise of our Constitution.
It's only been a month since the school year has begun, and already I've received a district-wide communiqué about a suspicious individual trying to offer a kid a ride home in the rain.
Nervous, I stood in the back of the room so as to not be noticed making what I anticipated would be a fool of myself. I'd left my contact lenses at home so that I wouldn't be able to see myself in the mirror, but I could still make out the shape of my body in the distance.
Many of us have heard of the 19th century novelist Horatio Alger. His stories are widely associated with "rags to riches" -- a tag that sticks even fo...
I was set to get married to my fiancé in less than two months and all I could think of at that moment was, "I am going to be a newly-married bride with one breast hacked off."
It's all too easy to imagine this does not happen here in the United States or that this is an isolated incident. Sadly, neither is the case. Nor is it simply a story of child abuse and rape.
I've been thinking about this for some time, and I have decided to put down my thoughts on what I personally consider to be the steps we need to take as a world towards a long term solution to these issues of sexually based violence.
We can all use a bit of Lisa's courage, boldness and empowerment (yes, even men). Or as she said best, "Live with a vengeance! Embrace the weirdness and rise above it all!" Oh yes, Lisa, I intend to!
This week Community Initiatives for Visiting Immigrants in Confinement (CIVIC) released seven audio recordings and videos documenting arbitrary use of solitary confinement, sexual assault, physical abuse by federal agents, prolonged detention, retaliatory transfers, and other aspects of life inside U.S. immigration detention.
Does the lackluster attitude to bringing perpetrators of sexual assault reveal America's hidden or not-so-hidden misogyny? Is this lackluster approach part of today's backlash against women becoming powerful, in charge, and equal?
Yes, there was something wrong, but it wasn't with me, and my cyber sex was nothing more than a symptom of something bigger. It was my way of showing that I felt out of control and helpless.