HuffPost College: Mixed Messages to Daughters

HuffPost College: Mixed Messages to Daughters

Apr 16

Kiranjit K. Longaker, Assistant Dean of Students at Cornell and a board member for their Take Back the Night, writes a thought-provoking piece about the struggle between empowering daughters to fully be themselves and protecting them from the realities of a violent culture. “I want her to know that what she wears, where she walks, and how she flirts are not the causes of sexual violence....

In Honor of Sexual Assault Awareness Month

In Honor of Sexual Assault Awareness Month

Apr 02

By: Elisha, Austin, TX Over the past several years I’ve counseled many survivors of sexual assault and I’m constantly astounded by the countless stories of survival. It always catches me, every single time. Sexual assault is a horrifying reality. It happens both in secret and out in the open. It is both condemned and glorified. It is blamed on both the perpetrator and the survivor. The reality...

Survivor Poem: Dirty Blood Red Sea

Survivor Poem: Dirty Blood Red Sea

Mar 29

By: Debra Monk, Enfield  You can’t tell me how to think or feel, you can’t tell me what I feels not real. I’m tore up inside and cannot hide this anger inside of me its raging. A little girl so innocent, pure and white as snow, you shattered me like broken dreams, making me dirty in your blood red sea. How many little girls have stood at the shore of your illness, Manipulated,...

Brené Brown: The Power of Vulnerability

Brené Brown: The Power of Vulnerability

Feb 23

Brené Brown studies human connection — our ability to empathize, belong, love. In a poignant, funny talk, she shares a deep insight from her research, one that sent her on a personal quest to know herself as well as to understand humanity. A talk to share....

Survivor Poem: Window Pain

Survivor Poem: Window Pain

Feb 16

By: Anonymous, Boston, MA   You shook my world You held me down You made me lie You drew tears from my eyes And made me promise To keep your secret To protect your life To give you a future To keep you safe To look away To forget the face you burned into me But its just to much All the things you dream All the things you want All the things you need Take Take Take Thats all you did You took what...

Survivor Story: Wretch

Survivor Story: Wretch

Jan 22

By: Anonymous  Somewhere in southern California i reside. A young mexican woman with the beauty akin to that of maria felix and maybe karen o of the yeah yeah yeahs. I feel that i am truly a wretch. a wretch because i will confess something that only a handful of people know. i have incestuous thoughts about my brother. i wish i could erase this from my brain like how princess bubblegum does to...

Survivor Poem: Little Scraps of Tape

Survivor Poem: Little Scraps of Tape

Jan 13

By: Stephanie Rinehart I let you touch me in ways I never let anyone . . . talk to me in ways . . . feel me out and through in ways . . . and most of all . . . I let you love me in ways. Does it kill me? Does it hurt? It aches . . . in ways. You invaded me, and I allowed it. You filled up every corner of every part of me, from my toes to my hair, and all the little cracks in between, all of the...

Survivor Story: Hungry Couch

Survivor Story: Hungry Couch

Aug 01

By: Mobius Peneumbra, Aurora, CO   It seems like an innocent story, really. 3 kids playing a game. Except that 2 of the kids were 12 and one was 4, and the kid holding me down was my sister. Like most of our games it wasn’t on a board. We used whatever was at hand and our imaginations. Like taking apart watches to make the secret symbols for our club I.D. cards out of gears. This time the...