Rebecca’s Story: what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger
I was born into a Christian family with 8 kids. 6 years old- my brother who is 6 years older
2017 has been a rollercoaster of a year with so many disturbing events have unfolded resulting in amazing events occurring.
** Trigger warning** I have been dealing with my attack for over two years now and it feels insane to
For the girl on the bus using her headphones to drown out the advancements of the man as well as
I’m crying for all my friends and family, and perfect strangers, who are bravely standing up to say “me too”
She told me what happened and that she was thinking of reporting the man who was harassing her. I believed her, and I told her so. I gave her the names of some people at the firm who had been supportive of me.
And I told her not to report it.
I told her it was pointless, that the firm would not support her and the only outcome would be a damaged career.
She took my advice, and for that I am ashamed.
I always imagined trauma was like being followed. Every once in a while you'll pull far enough ahead of the lights, just to see them catch up again. Except in this case, I feel that when it's really close, I'm splayed out on the pavement, the high beams blinding me with those gnarly details again.