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"If someone called me pretty, I’d sneer and smear more glitter on my face. I didn’t want to be just pretty — I was wild, crazy and free. I talked about sex, about drinking. When men do that, it’s rock and roll, but when I did it, people assumed I was a train wreck. I played confident but still felt like an outcast."
Anonymous: I was raped three years ago and only just started talking about it to my therapist but I feel like because I've waited so long that other people might think I'm not telling the truth or something. Is it normal to not tell anyone for that long?


Completely normal!… Everyone reacts differently, some people are instantly able to talk about it, for some it takes a few days or weeks, some survivors don’t talk about it for years. I didn’t tell anyone for 6 years because I just wasn’t ready to accept it, or start dealing with it.

I’m proud of you for telling your therapist and for starting to talk about it, It’s a big step!!

And for people that might not believe you, it’s a real possibility and it’s scary that we don’t know how people are going to behave or react until we’ve told them…. but the people that might not believe you, probably wouldn’t have believed you if you’d told them the next day.

You don’t owe it to anybody to share your story before you’re ready and if people don’t believe you or can’t accept that then honestly you’re better off without them in your life.

Whoever you decide to tell, I hope you get the support you deserve, talking’s a big step! Don’t push yourself to tell other people till you feel ready, maybe your therapist could help you figure out the right time and help you with some skills for when you do want to start telling people.

We also have the talking about trauma resources

Good luck!

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she reaches down seductively. I guide her hand to my zipper. she unzips my fanny pack by mistake. raviolis spill out everywhere

My brother: “i would LOVE that”

Surround yourself with people who are as excited about you as you are about them.

 *friend sees me drunk and leaning on the wall*
friend:  you good?  *i look up slowly*
me:  are YOU GOOD?! shit im just chillin


i’m a sensitive person

i don’t give a f%#! about what people i don’t know or don’t care about think of me

but when people i know and love, people i’ve let into my world and my very tiny circle, mistreat me

i take it very personally