So fellow travelers, this is a post I never thought I would find it’s voice, let alone speak openly in the stark light of day.
The “me, too” movement trending on social media seeks to shed light on the pervasive nature of sexual harassment and assault. People who have experienced it put “Me too,” as their status. Some share stories, others simply post the words. It’s growing exponentially, gaining momentum making it clear sexual intimidation, harassment and assault are so widespread it’s profoundly distressing.
And like the thousands of women and a cadre of men who have found the courage to speak up, I took a deep breath and posted “Me too,” as well. One sleepless night of wrestling with a memory buried deep in the past convinced me I no longer wanted it festering in my psyche. As soon as I hit “share” a geyser of emotions tossed me against the wall of reality. When I figuratively came to, I sensed a stream of words trying to be heard. I wrote them down, sharing them here essentially as they came~
Like sleepless hours of too many nights the memory comes again jolting to consciousness awakened by the storm of anguished cries an unwelcome stab from scars ripped open trust betrayed blame mislaid shamed into acceptance of unspeakable submission now revealed and writhing pitifully in daylight spoken so let the fire of truth cauterize the wounds bleeding no more fists unclenched freeing hands to hold each other hearts beat loud a unified call to wholeness.
I’ve felt disconnected from myself all day, as if suffering from an emotional concussion. Gradually after taking down the stream of consciousness “poem, I found my way back to center. Writing helps me make sense of things I find otherwise incomprehensible. Given my experience did not involve violence, I am staggered by the resiliency of assault survivors. I have no answers for the plague of reprehensible behavior the “Me too” campaign has revealed. There is only a desperate prediction this awareness must render the behavior completely beyond any level of social acceptance.
And, if nothing else, if you are one who also can say “Me too,” know this
We too stand with you.
Walk gently on the path my friends and know you do not make this journey alone.