i noted, in the about page of this blog, that my story as linked (here) was a little outdated.
and it is. i wrote that post for Blog Against Sexual Violence Day 2006.
today is Blog Against Sexual Violence Day 2008.
i would not tell my story in the same way today.
i do not speak my truth in the same way.
the facts, of course, remain. the truth around them has evolved.
so, for 2008's BASV, i will re-tell my story. as it has evolved.
but that's not what i'm going to write.
i can't write that.
in fact, i can't write much right now.
because right now, my heart is too broken to come out in words. right now, that heartbreak can't come out in much of anything but dry tears.
my heart aches for the family that shattered it. my heart aches for the family - the blood-family - that will never be what i wanted them to be, that will never love how i needed them to love.
(my very wise friend t said that the grief would come. that the sadness of never having the mother & supportive family that i needed would eventually hit me. i think this is the start of it.)
so i guess my Blog Against Sexual Violence post comes to this very simple, very emotive statement:
this is what sexual violence does.
this is the result.
the broken hearts that you see in millions of women around the world, the broken hearts you don't see, the broken hearts that are hidden behind very well-designed shields...those are what comes of this rape culture.
this heart, its brokenness, its woundedness...this is what comes.
(...awareness of the brokenness is just the beginning. the healing of it is next. but that, i think, will need to come another day. another week. another month.)