I don't know which trauma I can link this incessant self-doubt to, people have this tendency to use 'trauma' and 'histories' to explain various character traits of a person, I do not think that is liable.
By day, you were my biggest enemy and by night, something even worse. You told me to touch you in weird places.
Apparently, single women can't climb up the Charminar on their own and need to be accompanied by male company.
While pretending to be a faith healer, Aijaz Sheikh has subjected thousands of children in North Kashmir to sexual abuse.
I don't know how many more survivor stories would we need to understand and start working to curb sexual violence. Sexual violence against women needs to be opposed headfirst, by getting rid of patriarchy.
Fact-of-the matter is that no city is safe for women. So while my apprehensions of street harassment in Bengaluru is a state of mind the experience was real.
I’m not here to give a solution to that problem. But I’ve been waiting for a long time, scared of telling anyone what I went through, for the fear of being judged, for the fear of my trauma being invalidated. For the fear of me again being denied my voice, like that night when I felt compelled to say “yes” because I couldn’t say “no.” I’m here to reclaim my voice as a survivor of cyber-rape.
It is not eve-teasing or boys just being boys or natural to admire someone, it is street harassment.
It took me constant reassurances from them and a host of visits to the counsellors on campus, to understand I was a victim of the presence of hierarchy within the LGBT+ community.
Putting the blame of sexual abuse on its survivors is the product of a rape culture where morality is hinged on the actions of a woman.