I have been postponing the discussion on Me and a Gun. This is a hard one for me to speak with authority on. I was the victim of an attempted assault, but never of a completed one. I am very lucky in that regard. The man who tried to assault me stopped when I yelled at him several times. I spoke with authority and he backed off. I do know Tae Kwon Do, but am reluctant to hurt anyone.
Here are the statistics:
Every 2 minutes, another American is sexually assaulted
There is an average of 237,868 victims (age 12 or older) of sexual assault each year
60% of sexual assaults are not reported to the police
97% of rapists will never spend a day in jail
Approximately 2/3 of assaults are committed by someone known to the victim
38% of rapists are a friend or acquaintance
These are taken from the RAINN website.
In my case it was a date rape attempt. I never reported it, and I have seen him since trying to pick up other girls. I feel terrible for not reporting, but honestly thought it was a cultural misunderstanding. Now I'm not so sure. It happened about three years ago, and so it's too late now. I would urge anyone in the same situation to report. I was really afraid the police wouldn't listen, would blame me for the attack as I went alone to his home. BIG mistake, that. I won't be so trusting again. From now on, they take me to a restaurant for dinner. I meet them there. I won't get into a car with any man I don't know very well. Not after that.
1.800.656.HOPE(4673) is the number for RAINN. Remember, they are there 24/7. If you need someone to talk to call them!
Winter is one of those songs that gets me every time. Let me explain a bit. My dad was schizophrenic from before I was even born. I never realized there was anything wrong with him, until I was a teen and my mom told me what he had. I always just thought it was just dad. When I was a teen I quit school. See we had moved around a lot, and the school had lost my records. I was a junior, but they wanted me to go back to freshman and take it all over again. I was not about to do that! So I petitioned the state to let me take my GED test early, and they agreed. I passed with a very high score and started college. Then my dad had a major panic attack and decided he couldn't be left alone. I quit school to take care of him. We had always had a close relationship. I was his little princess. There was no way I would have not been there for him. Some time later, he was diagnosed with emphysema. He really needed care after that. So I put school on permanent hold.
In January of 1989, he had a major heart attack. He hung on for a week and seemed to be recovering. My brother and I left to go back to my home on the coast. We had barely gotten there when my mom showed up at the door and told me he had died. I was devastated. I held it together though, we had to get back to where he lived, I was supposed to execute his will. There was work to do. I cried at night, when everyone else was sleeping, and managed to hold it together during the day. That is until I talked to his psychiatrist. She told me that he always talked about me, and how proud he was of me. At that point in my life, I hadn't done a damn thing for him to be proud of.
I now have my first college degree, first one in my family to obtain one, and am working on my second. In psychology. Yes, it's partly because of my dad. I can't help but think how proud he would be of me now.
So Winter has a special place in my heart. It makes me cry, and it makes me remember the good times, working with my dad in his shop when I was a kid, him teaching me to drive...
It also perfectly describes my life, "years go by and I'm here still waiting, withering where some snowman was", and "hair is grey and the fires are burning, so many dreams on the shelf. You say I wanted you to be proud of me, I always wanted that myself". But mostly it reminds me of dad. On the ten year anniversary of his passing, I listened to it and I cried and cried. My mom thought I was nuts. On the twenty year anniversary, I couldn't listen. Now, it's hard to believe, it's coming up on the thirtieth anniversary. Yes, I'm that old. I plan to listen to it and let myself cry as much as I feel the need to. There is no time limit on grieving. Never let anyone tell you there is.
So I dedicate this to my father, a wonderful man, who was just misunderstood.
I'm not entirely certain what "Bells For Her" is actually about, but that line always reminds me of emotional abuse. Having been a victim of said abuse in a few cases in my lifetime, I wanted to try and tackle the subject.
Emotional abuse is, according to Wikipedia: a form of abuse characterized by a person subjecting or exposing another to behavior that may result in psychological trauma, including anxiety, chronic depression, or post-traumatic stress disorder. Such abuse is often associated with situations of power imbalance, such as abusive relationships, bullying, and abuse in the workplace.
I recently wrote a paper on research into childhood abuse resulting in adult mental disorders. It made me think a lot, as an emotionally abused child who, now, as an adult, has mental disorders such as depression and anxiety. I wonder how much of it was hereditary and how much was brought on by the psychological trauma? I also wonder if that could be why I always seem to pick emotionally abusive relationships as an adult?
Emotional abuse IS abuse. The scars aren't visible, but they are there, nonetheless. Not that I don't recognize other forms of abuse. Physical and sexual abuse are purported to cause larger traumas in the research I looked at. I have also been a victim of sexual abuse in more than one relationship. No, I haven't called RAINN yet, but I am thinking about it. It has made me very reluctant to get involved with any other men. It has left scars, even though they are emotional.
Having been there, I can honestly say, the abuser will not change, no matter how often he (or she) promises to. If you are the victim of ANY form of abuse, you need to leave. If you are feeling unsafe you need to get to a shelter for abused women. Google it, you will find a number in your area. Remember, the number for RAINN is 1-800-656-HOPE. (4673).
I have lost 15 pounds. Yes, that sounds great till you realize I have 60 left to go! I went from a size 5 to a size 18 in less than a year on my medication routine.
I always said I'd rather die than be fat. Thing is, I don't feel that way anymore. I hate being this weight, but I am working on it. I don't want to die anymore at all, the meds worked.
Society is so judgmental about weight. Even a size 10 is considered a "plus size" in our society with it's current values. Yet, Marilyn Monroe, the most beautiful woman in the world, was a size 12. Today, she wouldn't even have been considered for modeling or a movie role.
Personally, I used to be a model, when I was a size 5. Now young men call me "cow" and "pig". They have no idea the struggle I've gone through to get my depression under control, or that it's the meds that did it. Even my 82 year old neighbor says I need to sew my lips shut. That hurts. Fact is, like Tori said, "you're only popular with anorexia". I have gone back to being anorexic. That's how I've lost 15 pounds so fast. It's not a diet plan I recommend.
That fact is, you need to think before you speak. You don't always know the circumstances. Bullying is unacceptable under ANY circumstances anyway. Thumbelina may be a size 10, that doesn't make her fat. All women are Goddess shaped.
My name is Shawn, I'm a 26 year old male. I discovered Tori 5 years ago when I got together with my first girlfriend. She was a few years older than me and was a HUGE Tori fan. When I first heard Tori, my literal words were, "Holy shit! Where has this woman been my whole life?!" I fell in love with all of her music and celebrated her entire library of music almost immediately. It became wrapped up in our relationship as well, naturally. We were together for over 2 years. Probably closer to 3. But it was a very messy breakup involving infidelity from her. Tori became EXTREMELY hard to listen to, but my love for her music was bigger. The beautiful lyrics and dynamic emotions she always conveys really helped me to get through the very thing that her music so closely associated with for me. It was a very strange thing to go through. But now I'm feeling happy and healthy. Tori gave me the strength to push forward without my extreme love for women being tainted by the darkness that a woman created in my heart. She healed my heart. I'm a stronger, more well rounded, and much happier person because of Tori. Some day in the future, I might even do something to help the RAIIN organization, whether it's just donating or volunteering or whatever is possible because women's issues have always been important to me and her music helped me open myself up and not be ashamed of my feminine side, but to embrace it and realize that it makes me more of a man.
