I actually had the intention of writing something COMPLETELY different that day. I had a head full of brilliant points and arguments about the use of social media by online bullies and how we as pioneers of this age need to come up with functional solutions for prosecuting those who would threaten and degrade others by use of the internet…
How access to all of this information has numbed our youth. No one is shocked anymore- the lack of humanity and empathy expressed is appalling!
You know- I had all sorts of important grown up things to say.
But I’m really not that brilliant, you see. And I started writing and then the these other words just came out.
And then I almost didn’t publish- but I knew that there were so many other girls (and boys) that have experienced this EXACT thing and have been afraid to come forward because they felt it was their fault somehow. Or they didn’t want to be the whistleblower.
I doubt Jane Doe will ever read my post. But someone who needs it might. And I take comfort in that.
And I really wanted these girls (or boys) to know that they are not alone .
I imagine Jane Doe feels ashamed, ostracized, humiliated, and empty. I felt those things too. Others have felt those things too.
And I felt that by sharing my story that happened almost twenty years ago, that someone might understand that the horrible feelings they feel now do go away eventually. And they do have a chance at happiness despite how they feel now.
I would never diminish anyone’s feelings in the present… But hopefully they can still garner hope for their future.
Dad and family- I’m FINE. I promise. I love you all very much and I should have come forward then, but I cannot change the past, and I’ve processed my feelings and have come out the better for it.