It's a lot. I posted about one perpetrator at the survivor's request and the world chose to dismiss the account because 'he seemed so cool and nice'.
And people wonder why many survivors just struggle silently. ☹️
The feeling of not being believed is one of the most suffocating.
But it feels good (to me) to speak truth now. It feels like reclaiming the air that was stolen. The breath that was held. Or the words that were lost.
It’s staking a claim to reality and it feels so good to claim that space.