A small portion of my vast thoughts on Dylan Farrow
I have been trying to write a blog for a week now and jumping from topic to topic. But recently, an open letter was posted on Facebook that really got my attention, involving a horrible thing that happened to a child.
The letter came from Dylan Farrow. She finally spoke to the public 21 years later about the abuse she received at the hands of her adopted father, Woody Allen. Yes, I know. The great and powerful Woody Allen. But we shouldnāt mad about this right? I mean it was 21 years ago. Heās a brilliant film maker. He gets a free pass because heās āan amazing artistā or something.
Nobody gets a free pass or open armed forgiveness when they have violated someone elseās body. He doesnāt get that right, he lost it when he took a childs away. When anybody, man or women takes away anyone, be it child or adults, sense of safety or security, when they take their sexual perversions out on another, when they touch someone against their will, they do not have right to expect people to forgive or forget it. Deny that you did it all you want Woody, but I believe her. Why? I am going to tell you why.
In her open letter I saw a pain, a memory and a deep rooted disgust for someone that hurt her all those years ago. If you have ever been hurt by someone you trusted as a child, be it sexual abuse, physical, or mental, you donāt forget it, you just donāt, and it shows. At a younger age it can be hard, even if you know what they did was wrong, to not feel guilty for hating them. Yes, the victim feels guilty. They may hate the person, they may not. But they know it was wrong and they feel bad for feeling that way.
And then they get mad. They get angry. How DARE that person hurt me! How DARE they use their hands, their words in such a painful and hateful way. And look at them. Look at them getting that raise at work, look at them having a happy life. Look how they just walked away from what they did. Look at all the work I have to do just to feel normal, to ease any guilt, to feel comfortable with the most innocent touch. And throw on the fact that she went through all of this in the public. This wasnāt an incident that moving away from the state it happened in could help.
Some ask why she has waited until now to speak up. If I were to venture a guessā¦She has to see her abuser all the time. She canāt even go grocery shopping, a normal task without seeing his face pop up. Think about how that feels, you woke up next to your mate, you did your hair nice, clothing looks good, you swing by the store after work to pick up some salad and Bam! The face of the man who molested you as a child is on a magazine cover. Heās all smiles, maybe holding the hand of your former step-sister (who also happens to be your step-mother). The pain comes back, the memory, the shame, the anger. You forget your salad and run home, to cry, to throw something, to forget. Now Iām not saying this is exactly how it happened, but Iām trying to paint the picture.
I have no degree in Psychology, I donāt know why people react to certain things. But I know that pain, if not quite for the same reason as Dylan. It doesnāt matter when she came out with this letter or why. She has the right to write whatever letter she wishes. I have no sympathy for the man that lead her to pen it either, but I believe her.
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