This hit me. The connection between survival, meaning, and identity is so raw and real here. That line about consent “Why is the door open until we slam it shut?” stayed with me. It’s heartbreaking how the burden always falls on the one who was harmed. And that final yearning… to be seen without boxes or expectations I feel that deeply.
That line has stayed with me for a while too. It perfectly highlights how much is put on victims/how little responsibility is put on the actual predators. Thank you for taking the time to read! 💞
This hit me. The connection between survival, meaning, and identity is so raw and real here. That line about consent “Why is the door open until we slam it shut?” stayed with me. It’s heartbreaking how the burden always falls on the one who was harmed. And that final yearning… to be seen without boxes or expectations I feel that deeply.
That line has stayed with me for a while too. It perfectly highlights how much is put on victims/how little responsibility is put on the actual predators. Thank you for taking the time to read! 💞
Thank you for this! I love memoirs! One of my favorites is Things I’ve Been Silent About by Azra Nafisi.