the most loyal soldier of patriarchy was never a man ( it wasn't your fault btw - not blaming th whole gender)
she was the woman who told you to sit down, speak less, want nothing, and smile while bleeding. she didn't hate you. she was trained. and she trained you. and you trained the next one.
i made a word for this wound. because unnamed pain has no grave and unburied things keep hurting
consortivulnus
(consors = one who shares the same condition + vulnus = wound)
The wound that comes specifically from someone who shares your oppression and uses it against you anyway. Not betrayal from an enemy. From someone inside the same cage
have you experienced consortivulnus???
yes ~ and i stayed silent
yes ~ and i fought back
i was the one doing it without realizing