In the wake of the storm of accusations against the current nominee to assume the bench on the United States Supreme Court, I stand in awe and wonder at the courage of Dr. Christine Blasey Ford, Debbie Ramirez, and Julie Swetnick.
No, this is not a political post. Such entry will come at myeyesarewatchingyou.com when I have strength to write my own truth. (It’s coming.) Just now, I want to thank the universe for letting me live long enough to see such brave women stand and challenge those who ignore what women have endured for all time.
So my #journeytojoy takes another step forward, as I recognize that I am not alone, that I’ve never been alone. And knowing that I matriculate in such brave company, I can perhaps begin to move forward with more certain steps. The shackles which bound me; the weights which dragged against me; seem lighter this evening.
I recognize that much of what has slowed my forward motion lies in my inability to manage what I have experienced. That potential seems a tad more possible tonight, because of the noble example of three women who came forward to disclose the abuse which they suffered.
Like them, I have withheld so much because of my shame. I hope that I will be able to openly break my silence some day. For the record, I have told some who mocked me. I have told some who did not believe me. I have told some who reviled me because of what I told. Those experiences acted to insure that I would close my mouth, that I would fall silent having once tried to speak.
So thank you, Dr. Blasey Ford, Ms. Ramirez, and Ms. Swetnick. Your bravery inspires all survivors and helps us think that some day, telling will not subject us to humiliation. What you have suffered will help all of us to heal. The path you forge will open beneath our faltering feet, exposing wide beautiful vistas to our broken hearts and our wounded spirits. Thank you. For all of us.
It’s the twenty-sixth day of the fifty-seventh month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.