In the news today, a woman testified in court. She spoke about her abuse at the hands of a man. It is the same news as yesterday, and the day before. It was heard a month, two, five months ago.
In the news tomorrow, people threaten her. Peopl(more)e insult her. They don't understand, they don't know. Even people who had their own abuse are mad, because this one has attention when theirs was silenced. Those who believe are few, and most of them say #metoo.
It is the longest trigger that you ever did see. Day after day, memories flood those who didn't have a choice, who didn't have a chance. Who can only speak up now and hope to god that someone listens enough, not for their sake, but for those who inevitably will be abused in the future. Because it never ends.
Women have fear instilled into them from the moment they can understand what fear is. The burden of protection falls on the shoulders of victims. The blame starts a fire that reaches into the future to lick at the heels of women who have not yet been abused but definitely will be. It begs them to burn with hatred, to speak out immediately. To not take no for an answer. After all, their abuser didn't. To be heard.
The news is a trigger. It brings back memories people try to push away, complicated feelings, and nightmares. Those who know, are not silent. They are fighting their nightmare-memories, shouting out, hoping that their struggles can help change the world. Even if just for one woman. For anyone.
They remind us abuse is not a timeline, or a short skirt or a party. They are reminding us. We just have to listen.