Even so, it’s irrelevant what those 11% that are raped by strangers are wearing, or not wearing. The one dressing provocatively is no more asking to be victimized than the one dressing modestly, and it happens to both, “common sense” or no. So she’s incorrect on both counts.

Rape is also a crime of power, where the victim feels helpless and out of control. Telling themselves that it was their own fault is a very common way of taking power back; changing the narrative so that the situation was due to their own actions - even wrong ones- allows them to feel like they aren’t so powerless.

He was great but he wasn’t the first therapist I tried. I’d been to two others and was at least 5 years post rape when I went to him. He specialized in traumatic events and PTSD so he was exactly what I needed.

Oh man. I’m a little bit older than Chrissie and I grew up with that same bullshit, victim-blaming message drilled into my head — and boy was it drilled into us. I got over it. Fwiw, I was also raped (back in the 80s) and I tried really hard to blame myself, but my therapist wouldn’t let me get by with that.

Yes yes yes, I am v. in favour of aggressive niceness. Kill them with kindness! Kill everyone with kindness! And then sit amongst the corpses and have a nice cup of tea!

Take it easy, IT’S ONLY ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT DAYS IN THEIR LIFE.

You can hang out with the bridesmaids after the dinner (where they’re probably sitting separately). Until then, sit where you’re told, be quiet, and mind your manners. People don’t talk at the ceremony much, beyond maybe quietly introducing themselves to the people on each side, so there’s no need to worry about being…

My high school marching band did something like that, completely on accident.

My mother has an explicit funeral plan: A coffin with a timer set for ten minutes, during which she expects wailing and gnashing of teeth grieving. When said minutes elapse, coffin timer goes “ding!”, confetti shoots out, and a full-on hoedown hootenanny commences. Fiddles are non-negotiable.

All of these posts are really prompting me to write out a will, or at least a list of funeral directions. My mom has a folder dedicated to hers, including hymns and bible verses she wants in her service, but I want mine to include an after funeral party with an open bar and karaoke of my favorite songs. I'd much…

My funeral plans include a guest list and tickets to Disney World or Cedar Point - whatever my husband feels in the mood for. Obviously, it won’t be the largest funeral, but it will be super awesome, and it won’t be sad or religious. Ice cream cones for all mourners. Then they can merge my ashes with the dog’s ashes…

My father was 30 minutes late for his own funeral.

This is kinda triggering for me, bc we are almost at the 30-year mark. It’s probably not funny, or strange, but it will be cathartic to write.

The summer before I turned 13 my boobs came in and my uncle died. Because of my rapidly developing body, I didn’t have any clothes to wear to the funeral, so my mom had to take me clothes shopping. She would lose her patience with me pretty rapidly, so I ended up buying a ton of ill-fitting grey items and a bra (for…

I basically babbled. Something along the lines of, “I’m so glad he has such an open minded and loving family, but I’m not a sex worker and I really only know him from the amazing stories my new coworkers tell me. I’m so sorry for your loss, and I’m sure I would’ve loved him but maybe not that way but maybe that way…

So a week after I started this job, a guy who no longer worked at the publication I worked for died in a car accident. I never met him, and he was a copy editor so it wasn’t like I was familiar in any way with him through what he wrote.
But nevertheless, the EOC said everyone needed to go. So I went. And somehow the…

You don’t need a stranger on the Internet to tell you this but your cousin would never ever hold that against you especially given she had just recently experienced grief herself so try not to hold onto this. Shock and grief can do crazy things to your brain. My heart cracked a little reading this and I hope you’re…

I am going to keep this one short and sweet.

Take a load of that!

How many poops can a public pooper poop if a public pooper poops in public.