how about this: when i was 9 and my stepdad beat me until i passed out and i told my friends at school, my teacher over heard and i was interviewed by cps. they also went to my house when i was at school. when i got home, my step father was waiting on the couch, and told me who visited him that day. he told me if i ever snitched again he would beat me to within an inch of my life.
how about this: my mother locked me out of the house when i was 14 and when i cried so loud the neighbors called the cops, the cop told me i should have been respectful of my mother who was trying to sleep.
how about this. the demon you know is less scary than the demon you don’t.
children in abused households are raised to fear the idea of being taken away. children in abusive households see that help makes things worse.
dont you ever blame an abuse victim for not going to the authorities.
yes this okay to reblog!
Also, a lot of abused children don’t realize that they’re being abused or the extent of the abuse. It’s their normal. Their minds are formed by their experiences and if all they’ve known is one existence it can be difficult to recognize that it’s wrong
Preach this! Hell, I told a judge in my parents’ divorce/custody case what my bio dad would do to me and my one sister and the judge had the audacity to say I was bruising myself and giving myself concussions.
The way that society handles child abuse will forever disgust me. People really just don’t value children. It’s disgusting and depressing.
What frightens me about the men I know is that I know men are so good at compartmentalizing and creating public and private selves. I don’t think there’s a single man I know, including gay men, including men I love, including men in my own family, who I don’t fear might secretly be doing some horrific shit on the internet. I’ve just read too many stories about women who were happily married for years before they found out their husbands’ abusive online habits.
I’ve often joked with my friends about how me using the internet in front of other people (like in a class) is “taking a walk on the wild side” because the might see my search history, but I just want to clarify: when I say that my search history is private and might be embarassing, I meant, “I look up geeky, uncool things like fanfiction and I spend too much time reading celebrity gossip blogs and looking at Pinterest shit,” not embarassing as in the male sense of “My search history would reveal that I send violent, abusive threats to women online and watch rape porn.” My private self is maybe less cool than my public self, but it isn’t so dramatically different that my ethics would be called into question if my search history were to be made public.
I feel bad for the women in the notes who are acting like gender has nothing to do with this. Those are the types who let their guard down around men. Men know to exploit these women in particular.
I’m sick of people downplaying the issue with “oh it’s just the internet not real life! it’s a people problem not a gender problem.” Nah. Men on the internet are almost universally terrible. They’re also REAL men, revealing their true thoughts and feelings. In contrast I’ve never had a woman on the internet threaten to rape me. The problem is men.
When I was in middle school, my dad called me from work and left the average “Hey how’s it going, call me when you get a chance, bye” voicemail. Except when he thought he hung up, it didn’t end the call and the voicemail kept recording. I heard a few seconds of quiet clicking and typing on his computer, so I was about to ignore it and delete it, but then I start hearing screaming. Like bloody murder screaming and angry voices. I assumed he had turned on the TV or something until I heard, “Take it, you disgusting slut! Look at that gaping pussy!” And the woman is just screaming and screaming for it to stop. I wanted to stop listening and hang up, but I was completely frozen in horror that my dad went straight from calling his 12-year-old daughter to watching violent rape porn at his job. It just went on and on and on. I don’t care what your opinion on porn is, but that is all kinds of fucked up.
Women, don’t kid yourselves. These are your fathers, brothers, friends, boyfriends, coworkers, neighbors. This is who they are when no one is watching (or when someone IS watching because plenty of them don’t even fucking care).
Women, think about who YOU are when no one’s watching. Are you getting off on men being sexually tortured and humiliated? Most of you I’m going to guess the answer is no. Personally, I’m relaxed and quiet, finally enjoying a moment of peace, maybe read or take a nap. What I’m NOT doing is furiously masturbating to acts that would violate the goddamn Geneva Convention or sending graphic rape threats to women who dared to disagree with me about A Thing On The Internet. And when I receive graphic rape/death threats because I’m a woman who disagreed with men on the internet, I’ve never had to stop and wonder, “Hmm, is this from a man or a woman?” Because I know. Just like you all know.
The men who threaten to rape women who disagree with them on the internet aren’t fucking Pod People. They aren’t man made algorithms that only exist on a hard drive. They’re shopping alongside you at the supermarket. They’re teaching your kids. They’re bankers and dentists and athletes and gardeners and truck drivers
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