Even just typing those words in the title has left me with a feeling of such relief that I struggle to convey it.
For every person who nods her head knowingly when you recount a story of street harassment, there is someone who scoffs. For every anonymous stranger on the Internet who stars or likes a painful comment you shared out of sympathy and understanding, there is someone who will never believe let alone understand. For every moment of commiseration and loyalty and strange comradery that you can find when you tell the world about your pain, there is this feeling that you shouldn’t be allowed to. That your grief and confusion means something is wrong with you, rather than that there is something wrong with the world.
But I believe you. And it’s not your fault. Read More I Believe You. It’s Not Your Fault.