I have learned so much since I last wrote here. I have also moved through my grief like a child moves through muddy water: slowly and in pretty much constant fear.
My daughter was molested, for 8 years under my nose and the noses of many who I loved and trusted.
She was afraid to tell me.
I lived with blinders on for years, refusing to see signs pointed out to me.
There is no excuse for that. None.
Did I sometimes wish I had never been born, or that her molester hadn't been? Sure.
But, the whole thing is that without me, there would be no her to light up the world. Without the molester there would be no little men to light up the worlds of the people who love them and who used to love me, too.
These kids had to exist, and for some reason I have yet to understand this had to happen this way.
From 8am-8pm, I stand in solidarity with those who have been harassed, assaulted, been told they are lying, and with those who are brave enough to speak out again and again in spite of those who would silence them.
I stand with my daughter, with Dr. Ford with the people whose rape kits were never processed, people who were drugged at bars.
I do not understand why all of this is happening nor why it continues to happen. I do not understand my place in this new and foriegn land we all have found ourselves in for the past 6 years, but I do understand hope and civil disobedience.
May we all come out of this ahead.
