It wasn't a secret. It was a system.
Tree swallows.
Birds around New York city. 1942.
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You don’t get over it in a straight line. You just don’t. And anyone who tells you different hasn’t been through it or hasn’t faced it yet.
Harassment doesn’t always leave bruises you can point to. It gets under the skin in quieter ways. It makes you second-guess what you heard, how you felt, what you wore, what you said. It can turn a job into a minefield and your own instincts into something you stop trusting.
And it doesn’t end the day you leave the job, or file the report, or speak the truth out loud. Sometimes it lingers. In your body. In your sleep. In how you walk into new rooms.
But here’s what I know: healing doesn’t have to look heroic. It’s not always confrontation or closure. Sometimes it’s just getting through the day without that weight taking over. Sometimes it’s finding one person who listens. Sometimes it’s deciding to stay. Or leave. Or try again.
Whatever it looks like --- that’s valid. You’re allowed to move forward without explaining why it hurt or proving that it did.
It was real. You’re not imagining it. And you are absolutely not alone.
Most people think of harassment as a “moment.” But it’s what happens after — the isolation, the doubt, the silence — that changes your life.
My body is not your debate.
From the series "Civilizations", 1983 - by Vitaly Butyrin (1947 - 2020), Lithuanian
“You don’t have a right to the cards you believe you should have been dealt. You have an obligation to play the hell out of the ones you’re holding.”
42,089 DAYS W/OUT A HARASSMENT INCIDENT AND COUNTING!!!
A group of milliners working in a hat shop. Ca. 1910
Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.
-Carl Jung
📂brain dump / digital diary / untangling the knots💭 words, art, memes, chaos, clarity—whatever helps🔓 navigating the barren landscape—pot holes, craters, aftermath🫀 we believe youSubmit anything.#sexualharassment
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