#metoo
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The #MeToo Gift
#NoMoreShame I love that idea, that hashtag… I really do. Do you hear the “but” coming? BUT: I have an issue with the slogan I love, the slogan that I am living on the outside and trying to live on the inside. Is there really such a thing as #NoMoreShame?? Can it really be achieved? I feel this strange sort of pressure to comply and act as though I have already achieved it—but I won’t do that, no matter the pressure, as I know it defeats the purpose… my purpose.
By Marnie Grundman8 years ago in Viva
That Morning on The Bathroom Floor
I’ll be the first to admit it — I was a real slut in high school. Heck, I was a slut after high school and continue to be a slut to this day. I’m damn proud of it too. I can give a blowjob that’ll have you gushing in mere minutes. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. Or rather, write about.
By Little Wanderer8 years ago in Viva
#Me Too
ME TOO! I was debating writing this but my story should be heard and I'm using real names. When I was 12/13, my first boyfriend, David, physically, mentally, and sexually assaulted me. I didn't want or was ready having sex. But he was so manipulative. He would constantly tell me how hideous I was, that no one would want me but him. He controlled how I wore my hair and makeup and who I hung out with. So he finally talked me into giving him a hand job, I hated every second of it and hated myself. This became a regular thing. One night he wanted head and I refused and he held a knife to my throat, convinced I didn't trust him or was cheating on him. I didn't have to do it. We went to different high schools and the last thing he said to me was have fun getting rapped in Abington (Abington is a really nice town).
By Kaitlyn Parker8 years ago in Viva
What I Learned by Leaving My Abuser
For the longest time I was in denial about being a victim of domestic violence. When I finally came to accept it, escape seemed dangerous and impossible. It was anything but easy, however walking away taught me much more than I had anticipated.
By Kody Kline8 years ago in Viva
Do You Remember Me?
Do you remember me? I'm the girl that looked "cute enough" to send a message to. I'm the girl that you relentlessly complemented. I'm the girl that you felt oddly comfortable with. I'm the girl that you called "babe" after a few hours of knowing each other. I'm the girl that you built up and then destroyed.
By Cristian Carrasco8 years ago in Viva
Sexual Abuse
Let me start by saying, every fiber of my being is screaming for me to shut off my computer, walk away, and keep this to myself. It’s my story and my pain. My cross to bear so to speak. However, I feel as though if I might share my story, then maybe it could help others that might have gone through similar situations. It has actually been a few years since the accident, but it took me a year before I could speak of it and when I did it was to my longtime childhood friend. She and I are just like sisters; she is the only one I have trusted with my secret until now. But since then, I have replayed the scene over and over in my mind, wondering what I could have done differently, when in reality there is most likely nothing that could have been done differently. There is still anger and frustration that bubbles inside of me because I am still trying to come to terms with it. Recently I began therapy for PTSD, which for years I have struggled with, nightmares and the whole nine yards.
By Alyssa Horn8 years ago in Viva
