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“What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.” - Muriel Rukeyser
The first time I was sexually assaulted was at the hands of a woman, my mother. Her brothers molested me and others, often, over many years and it was always passed off as a “joke”. My first job out of school; I was 15 and working reception at a national insurance company. My boss thought it was funny to press his erect penis on my ass every day at the photocopier. His boss and his boss’s female secretary thought it was funny too. After my Grandfathers funeral, I was driving my very drunk uncles to the airport, with them yelling and jeering and demanding “show us your tit’s Cath!” the whole way there. I was 18. When I was 23, passed out drunk, I woke up to find my boyfriend at the time raping me. When I realised what was going on, I told him to stop. He was sorry. I didn’t break up with him. I thought it was my fault for being so drunk in the first place. A few years later I was working in a recording studio at night and the engineer put something in my drink. His girlfriend was there. I woke up the next day alone on a couch in the studio with a sore vagina.
I didn’t tell anyone about any of these abuses until I fell apart many years later and spent the next 10 years unraveling the mess that I had become. I didn’t tell anyone because I was ashamed and I blamed myself. I blamed myself for letting it happen. I blamed myself for not being smart enough, pretty enough, valuable enough. I didn’t tell anyone because I could not bare the knowledge of what had happened myself, let alone share it with anyone else.
Men and women hurt and rape and abuse. Women and girls turn away and judge and comply. Men and boys do the same. We are not born hurting and raping and abusing each other. We learn it from our families. We learn it from our culture. My hope is that this global me too movement of speaking out, telling our secrets and bringing our shame into the light will start to change our culture and our homes.
This is Grace. Today she is my avatar of how connection feels. I brought her to life for the autumn solstice CONNECTION #recoverygalsartexchange. Read more about her and connection in the context of sobriety on my blog, link in profile. ::::: "... because the opposite of addiction is not sobriety. The opposite of addiction is connection." Johann Hari, Everything you think you know about addiction is wrong - Ted Talk 2015
So this happened yesterday @theunruffledpodcast
Today marks my first full year of sobriety. @tammisalas is one of the many women who have held my hand and believed in me with unwavering loyalty, unconditional love and support. Tammi asked me to be a part of her Ray of Light series and this is the collaborative art work that we did for my interview. Temporary link in bio.
I did it. I'm doing it. I am sober. I am free. I am and will be forever grateful to Holly @hipsobriety - I would not be where I am today without you.
509 year old house built by hand with pebbles and stones pounded ragged and smooth by the waterfall just behind. One of many still standing, still inhabited in the town of Maggia. The cellar is a grotto - a cave, used to keep food cold. Standing at the entrance, you can feel, hear the mountain breathing.