When I was a kid, I used to go over to friend’s houses and notice that their parents never seemed to bully them or hit them. I assumed this was just because they had a friend over, and that their parents terrorized them all the time when I wasn’t around. I didn’t identify my situation as abuse or reach out to a teacher or counselor because I thought everyone had to live through this. I was probably twenty by the time I realized that some families really don’t humiliate and belittle their kids, ever.
I wish someone had gotten that through to me. I wish instead of saying vaguely and uncomfortably “you can talk to the counselor if you have problems at home,” my teachers had said flat-out “it is not normal to be afraid of your parents, and not normal to be unhappy whenever you’re at home, and you can ask us if you’re not sure if something’s okay or not.” I wish someone could have taught me that wanting to be safe was human instead of selfish.
And I’m probably going to make a whole post about this so I won’t belabor the point right now, but this is why feminists care about media and memes that normalize rape. (Or that stigmatize the words “rape” and “rapist,” but enthusiastically normalize the act of forcing sex on people, as long as you don’t call it that.) Because it tells people that rape is normal, that it’s a popular and accepted way to express romance and/or dominance, and we can’t assume that everyone absorbing this culture knows “of course that’s not how it really works.”
The Pervocracy, Everyone else is doing it… right? (via slutwalksignideas)
“I wish someone could have taught me that wanting to be safe was human instead of selfish.”
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woww yeah, it wasn’t until very recently that i realized abuse from family members (friends, partners) wasn’t normal and it wasn’t something i just wasn’t “tough enough” to grin and bear, because I was absolutely sure that everyone else was going through the same shit. it didn’t occur to me that the deep, meaningful moral of “suffer in silence” that my mom preached to me was actually bullshit and dangerous and her way of exerting control over someone who wouldn’t take her shit.
especially since my mom was VERY good at being “cool” when friends were over, and everyone was constantly telling me how awesome she was and how lucky i was, and i just sat there and nodded and smiled and i was sure they must be right and i was just selfish and didn’t appreciate her, like she always said.
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