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Title: On Emotional Convergence and the Universality of Human Being
Post by: Shana A on August 26, 2008, 11:08:38 AM
Post by: Shana A on August 26, 2008, 11:08:38 AM
On Emotional Convergence and the Universality of Human Being
Posted August 26, 2008
http://radnichole.wordpress.com/2008/08/26/on-emotional-convergence-and-the-universality-of-human-being/ (http://radnichole.wordpress.com/2008/08/26/on-emotional-convergence-and-the-universality-of-human-being/)
Almost four decades ago I was raped, brutally and almost timelessly, for four or five hours in a car on a mountain road when I was 19. I was beaten up and then dumped outside their car. I had to walk under the remnants of a full moon down a mountain road to a small store that had opened around six, where the woman who ran the store allowed me to call a friend to pick me up.
The men who did the rape were a couple of people I have never seen again. Haven't really wanted to see them again. They convinced me that there was no safety in the world. They convinced me at the time that my understanding of myself as a woman who had an unfortunate genetic anomaly (I honestly forget how I thought of myself at the time, a bit weird, definitely not usual, in fact, the only one like myself I had ever heard of) was a dream that was too emotionally and physically expensive for me to pursue further than I had already pursued it.
Posted August 26, 2008
http://radnichole.wordpress.com/2008/08/26/on-emotional-convergence-and-the-universality-of-human-being/ (http://radnichole.wordpress.com/2008/08/26/on-emotional-convergence-and-the-universality-of-human-being/)
Almost four decades ago I was raped, brutally and almost timelessly, for four or five hours in a car on a mountain road when I was 19. I was beaten up and then dumped outside their car. I had to walk under the remnants of a full moon down a mountain road to a small store that had opened around six, where the woman who ran the store allowed me to call a friend to pick me up.
The men who did the rape were a couple of people I have never seen again. Haven't really wanted to see them again. They convinced me that there was no safety in the world. They convinced me at the time that my understanding of myself as a woman who had an unfortunate genetic anomaly (I honestly forget how I thought of myself at the time, a bit weird, definitely not usual, in fact, the only one like myself I had ever heard of) was a dream that was too emotionally and physically expensive for me to pursue further than I had already pursued it.