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@soulincognito
Stop being so afraid to be confident. There’s actually a lot of great things about you. Don’t deny those things, embrace them. You’re beautiful and smart and kind and you need to stop punishing yourself for acknowledging it and trying to believe it.
Why.
Am.
I.
So.
Hungry.
For.
ATTENTION.
ugh.
PSA: YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL HUMAN AN WILL GET THROUGH THIS
Do I act on my impulses, or exert control? Are they impulses or intuition?
Also every day I read the headlines and I really just can’t believe this is the world we’re living in right now.
I am experiencing an insatiable need to be connected and talking to people. It’s hindering my ability to focus on work and school. Can’t tell how much of it is just social media/phone addiction, but I’m sure my recent breakup has a lot to do with it as well. Just venting.
I forgive myself.
Game changing grandma.
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There are so many alternate realities.
Why can’t I ever have a good/fun New Years?
It’s sweet when someone knows every single detail about you. Not because you constantly remind them but because they pay attention.
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Yas 👏🏼👏🏼
never stop being a good person because of bad people
Untitled (for now)
As had probably been intended, I have found myself inspired by those coming forward with their stories of sexual assault to tell my own stories. I'm not ready to come forward with them publicly, or to confront my offender(s), and I don't know if I ever will, but I figured expressing them here (to a limited audience) is a start.
Let's start with a guy we'll call "D."
I had a distant crush on you that started my freshman year of college. You were a sophomore. I never actually formally met you or "partied" with you until the end of that year. Then the next year came along. We became friends. We hung out with the same people and went to the same parties. I had a boyfriend for most of that year. I took a leave of absence first semester of junior year, but when I came back, that's when things changed. We kissed on New Years Eve going into 2012. You told me I seemed "different" on the train ride that night, while you were drunkenly trying to finger me.
That semester you threw a trashy wine and cheese party at your house. I admittedly threw myself at you, making it known that I wanted you. So that happened. And that continued to happen for a series of weeks-- get drunk, hook up, nothing more.
Then it started turning into "booty calls," more or less. Except something had changed- I actually thought I liked you. And you were catching on to that. So finally we had a "talk," where you flat out told me you were using me for sex while you were looking for someone else. My desperate mind couldn't wrap my head around that, and I continued to go to you, hoping that was just a lie or that I would change your mind. This is the point where I will say that I got myself into trouble. But that still doesn't justify your future actions.
Once you realized I wasn't going anywhere, that's when you really started to take advantage of me. You started doing things to me without asking me, assuming that I was just down for whatever because I was there. But no, D. Consent isn't just a one time thing; it's not a "season pass" or a permanent green light.
The first night you really pissed me off was one of the booty-call nights. You came over to my apartment, drunk. We had sex. I thought you were going to stay over; you left. But let's backtrack. I was already in my pajamas, ready for bed. But you convinced me to let you come over. Without even undressing, you flipped me over on my bed and did your thing. Next thing I know, you lifted my shirt up, and came all over my back. Without any warning.
I was horrified. I had never had an experience like that before. I don't know if I would have allowed it if you asked, but the fact that you didn't made me so angry. I was disgusted and I made it known. You said, "Uh, do you want me to clean it up?" FUCK YES YOU IDIOT. NO, LET ME JUST LAY HERE WITH THIS GROSS SHIT ALL OVER ME, THAT'S FINE.
The next instance I remember is what finally stopped me from seeing you. Same thing. Booty-call (literally..). Sober, this time. I went to your apartment to "do homework." Ha. After that we went up to your room. The usual. You were behind me and put something where it didn't belong, and I tried to bring that to your attention, but you didn't stop. I tried to just go with it for a minute, but then it started to hurt. I asked you to stop. You said "I'm almost finished." But you weren't. And you didn't stop. And I hated every second of it, and then I hated myself, and you.
Then there was my senior year.
I went to visit a friend at Binghamton University for the infamous "Parade Day," celebrating St. Patrick's Day. Knowing ahead of time that the girls I was going to be with partied pretty hard, I thought to myself, "Alright. I'm stressed out. It's been a rough semester. I'm gonna go and loosen up, and just try to keep up with them and have a good time." Not a smart move.
We started drinking at 8:30am. By 2:30pm, I started blacking out. Here are the last moments I remember:
Our group walked into a crowded bar. Somehow we started chatting with a guy that was standing near us. My friend wandered off and left me. Somehow I ended up kissing said guy. I'm not sure if I remember leaving with him...but the next thing I do remember, is waking up at the edge of a hotel bed with him on top of me, saying "Don't fall asleep on me, girl." I could not comprehend what was happening. Someone came into the room and saw us. He and the guy exchanged some words. I quickly scanned around me for my purse and any clothes I could find. I think he walked me down to the door...and then I just bolted. I had no idea where I was. I called my friend. She was mad at me for ditching her. I didn't understand. I couldn't comprehend. It took me about a year to fully acknowledge that what happened in that room was rape.
Two years later I finally had a conversation with my friend about what exactly happened that day. According to her, she said she came up to me at the bar, tapped me on the shoulder and tried to tell me we were leaving, but I was too busy with the guy. I told her I had no recollection of that, but that if she ever finds herself in that situation again, you don't just tap your friend on the shoulder. You GRAB your friend who is talking to the boy you don't even know and say WE ARE LEAVING. NOW. When I told her what happened after that, she took my hand and said, "I'm so sorry Nadine, why didn't you tell me?" I didn't know how. She was already mad at me, and I was in shock. I just let it go. But it felt so good to finally have that conversation, two years later.
And then there was this Thanksgiving Eve, which occurred after I started writing this. This particular instance, I did post about on Facebook. I was at a crowded bar with my boyfriend and some friends. I was standing right next to my boyfriend. A middle aged man who was trying to get through the crowd said something to the nature of "Excuse me, hun," did the classic hand-on-the-back move, and proceeded to SLIDE IT AROUND TO MY WAIST. Of course he was gone all too quickly and I didn't get a good enough glimpse of his face to find him and call him out, but I was FUMING. HOW IS THIS ACCEPTABLE? You do not know me. I do not know you. YOU DO NOT TOUCH SOMEONE YOU DO NOT KNOW IN THAT WAY, and even if you do know them, you better make DAMN sure you have their consent to touch them like that. Fuck off, asshole. Fuck all of you assholes. Ladies, keep this going. Keep posting. Keep confronting, when you feel comfortable to do so. This is not okay. This is not normal. Don't allow it to be.
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Hey people. It’s been a long time since I’ve posted. A lot has happened since then. I’m in a much better place now. I hope you’re all doing well. ♥️
I’m about to post something I just wrote concerning sexual assault that was inspired by the #metoo movement, as well as the overflowing amount of women in the media who have opened up about their stories. I hope you like it. Stay tuned.
Staying true to yourself is not about staying the same. It’s not about making a goal to be the exact individual whom you were since day one. Staying true means expressing what you think, feel, and value; regardless of when in your life it arises. You may not be the exact same person who you used to be, however that’s completely natural. You have simply grown and deepened your self image since then.
Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin (via thepowerwithin)
i think it’s cute when someone texts you after hanging out just to say they had fun with you, idk little things like that are sweet to me
