Me too.

I struggled to write those two words earlier this week. I felt weak, ashamed and scared to write publicly on my Facebook account that I have been sexually harassed/assaulted/abused.

The man on the train who wasn’t touching me by accident.

The manager at a work Christmas party who offered to ‘take’ my virginity from me.

Wolf-whistles while walking in my school uniform.

The story still not told.

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Me too.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

(Maya Angelou)

 

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