Me, too.

If all the women who have been sexually harassed or assaulted wrote “Me, too” as a status, we might give people a sense of the magnitude of the problem.

I’ve been used and manipulated and discarded. I’ve been heartbroken and disrespected and thrown away like dirt. I’ve been lied to and cheated on and made to believe I was way more special to someone than I actually was.

I’ve been molested. I was sexually assaulted by my grandmothers neighbor from five to 9 years old. My mother knew the whole time and never saved me or thought to rescue me because he was a police officer and I used to tell stories all the time. Because of this I can’t look at PEZ candy without throwing up and I’ll never forgive my mother for as long as I live.

I was assaulted again at 16 by my best family friend. And when I told on him, I was called a liar because he was too “goodlooking to rape anyone”. I was raped again at 18, by a man pretending to offer me a ride home when my mother threw me out of the house in a snowstorm. And I was raped AGAIN at twenty five at knife point in an elevator after leaving a house party.

I feel empathy for anyone who got hurt by a douche bag dude who blew smoke up their ass and told them what they needed to hear so he could get what he wanted. I totally do.

I’ve been there. It stings. It aches. It sucks.

However, I’m not going to even dignify this poor me, “imma victim and he’s a predator ” bullshit with anything other than blocking and removing it from my line of vision. I don’t have time for that kind of elitist weird crap.

Until a man holds you down and pours vodka into your mouth with your nose pinched so he can fuck you when you’re passed out or until you’re so terrified to go to sleep at night without looking under every bed three times and checking the showers twice you’re not a victim you’re a chick with a broken heart and you WILL recover. You don’t need therapy or medication or a support animal to feel whole again. You just need supportive friends who take you out for beers, set you up with cuter guys and some Netflix and Haagen Daaz in a pillow fort.

And just because I dont support this odd and very calculated, methodical and super petty witch hunt you’ve rallied around doesn’t mean I don’t support victims of abuse or that I cosign a dick heads behavior, because I walk it and live it every day.

And comparing heartbreak to life changing abuse is just a slap in the face to any and every woman who wolverines her keys or who hurts herself or HATES herself because of her assault.

Be Better than this. You want to make a stand? Support women? Come clean. Remove the anon tag, delete the account and create one that builds bridges instead of sharpening pitchforks.

I’ve been used and manipulated and discarded. I’ve been heartbroken and disrespected and thrown away like dirt. I’ve been lied to and cheated on and made to believe I was way more special to someone than I actually was.

I’ve been molested. I was sexually assaulted by my grandmothers neighbor from five to 9 years old. My mother knew the whole time and never saved me or thought to rescue me because he was a police officer and I used to tell stories all the time. Because of this I can’t look at PEZ candy without throwing up and I’ll never forgive my mother for as long as I live.

I was assaulted again at 16 by my best family friend. And when I told on him, I was called a liar because he was too “goodlooking to rape anyone”. I was raped again at 18, by a man pretending to offer me a ride home when my mother threw me out of the house in a snowstorm. And I was raped AGAIN at twenty five at knife point in an elevator after leaving a house party.

I feel empathy for anyone who got hurt by a douche bag dude who blew smoke up their ass and told them what they needed to hear so he could get what he wanted. I totally do.

I’ve been there. It stings. It aches. It sucks.

However, I’m not going to even dignify this poor me, “imma victim and he’s a predator ” bullshit with anything other than blocking and removing it from my line of vision. I don’t have time for that kind of elitist weird crap.

Until a man holds you down and pours vodka into your mouth with your nose pinched so he can fuck you when you’re passed out or until you’re so terrified to go to sleep at night without looking under every bed three times and checking the showers twice you’re not a victim you’re a chick with a broken heart and you WILL recover. You don’t need therapy or medication or a support animal to feel whole again. You just need supportive friends who take you out for beers, set you up with cuter guys and some Netflix and Haagen Daaz in a pillow fort.

And just because I dont support this odd and very calculated, methodical and super petty witch hunt you’ve rallied around doesn’t mean I don’t support victims of abuse or that I cosign a dick heads behavior, because I walk it and live it every day.

And comparing heartbreak to life changing abuse is just a slap in the face to any and every woman who wolverines her keys or who hurts herself or HATES herself because of her assault.

Be Better than this. You want to make a stand? Support women? Come clean. Remove the anon tag, delete the account and create one that builds bridges instead of sharpening pitchforks.