I didn't want to exit this life via domestic violence. The abuse was getting worse and I had to commit to saving myself. My parent's deaths from cancer had given me strength. My inability to cope with physical, emotional and sexual abuse whilst grieving, forced me to take action.
A Cosby prosecution rightly tosses the ugly glare back on the wrong public perceptions about rape and sexual abuse and how easily the crime can still be blown off. But it also casts light on two other deeply troubling questions.
I first read about Meathead Movers in September when LA Weekly wrote about their free moving services to those fleeing domestic violence. As the founder of a corporate social responsibility and cause marketing firm, I was inspired. Curious about their program's origins and operations, I met with Aaron B. Steed, co-founder and CEO of Meathead Movers, while he was on a trip to NY.
The Pope begs our forgiveness for institutionalized child abuse, but neither he nor his church is deserving of it until they begin to work to end this epidemic and hold the accused accountable for their actions.
Consent works the same way in the kink world as it does in the vanilla world. If you don't know what your partner likes or wants, ask. With your words.
When I speak at colleges about my own story of sexual abuse, I never forget how difficult it was for me to even speak the words, "I was sexually abused." It took me an even longer time to believe it, or to understand it could happen to me.
It's so refreshing to see writer/director Marya Cohn's new film The Girl in the Book tackle these complexities head-on--she handles sensitive scenes with tact and pragmatism, and delves deeply into the lasting effects of adolescent sexual abuse.
The movie Spotlight, as hard as it is to sit through, should be mandatory viewing. That in itself is a horrible thing to say. But it's about time everyone took a long cold look at what evil people can do hidden behind the name, or in this case, the cloak of God.
Long before I ever set foot in an actual, working newsroom, I was a sucker for movies and TV shows about journalism and reporter. If you haven't already heard, to the list of superb movies about the trade, you can now add Spotlight.
A few months ago, I wrote about the need to bear witness to domestic violence in Nigeria. A couple of nights ago, I was a witness to domestic violence in a busy restaurant -- a sad reminder of importance of the International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women.
What I know is that because I experienced what I did, I understand the heart of another in the way only those who share a history of childhood abuse can. In this I am certain: if I can do it, so can you.
We have to stop seeing egalitarianism as an act of largess on man's part, a concession. Maybe we have failed to quantify and sufficiently show Brazilian men that it benefits everyone to live in a society where women have more of an equal footing.
Yeonmi Park's childhood reads like the kind of fiction best-suited for sadists, marked by starvation, the execution of a friend's mother, the imprisonment of her father, human trafficking, and chronic sexual violence.
Black Virgins Are Not For Hipsters is the play I've been waiting for. In her one-woman show, actress and writer Echo Brown, 31, powerfully shares her personal experience of love, sexuality, interracial dating, abuse, race and so much more.
The stats clearly demonstrate that people we know -- people we openly invite into our homes, people we willingly give one-on-one access to our kids -- are much more likely to be the ones to hurt them.
Could other forms of creative writing address clergy abuse while offering some kind healing? I believe the answer is yes.