The Truth About 1 Out Of 3 Women
Here’s some truth. One in three women will be assaulted by someone at some point in her life. Look at this picture of my daughters and me. One of us.
It could be at the hands of a stranger. The broken trust of a family member. Or some entitled dude behind a dumpster. One out of three.
If one out of three people were attacked by a shark, we would drain the ocean.
If one out of three people were hit by lightning, we would create a super shelter.
If one out of three people became zombies, everyone would walk around with a crossbow like Daryl in The Walking Dead.
But we are just women, not people. So society shakes our collective head at the statistic. Meanwhile, women are walking to cars armed with keys between their knuckles, throwing away drinks we looked away from, wondering how much is too much, how short is too short, how much fun is too much fun. Because it is our fault and all these questions could be asked of us in court.
I want my daughters to live in a world where the only thing they “ask for” after a night of drinking is a hangover. Where “20 minutes of action” isn’t the dismissive patriarchal code for violent rape. Where a “mistake” that only warrants six months of jail time doesn’t ruin the life of a young woman, who suffered at the hands of it. Where we worry less about how fast a man can run/swim/throw a ball and more about how he interacts with the rest of the world. Where no one gives a fuck about a rapist losing his taste for steak when the woman he violated drives her car to a secluded area to scream her devastation. Where we spend more time teaching our sons about boundaries and kindness and less time teaching our daughters about shame and defense.
But until we treat women like people, none of this will happen. One in three. One in three. One in three. And here I am, praying the one is me.
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This Facebook post is shared with permission from Caroline Kuhlman O’Neill.