I can kind of understand that prohibition.

My sympathies to you. The Old Bear has been gone just over a year now. I still go to dial that phone number and tell him odd ball things or to see how he is doing. It hits me all over again every single time that the guy is just gone. And I know this is really the shittiest thing ever but I still cannot make myself go…

I lost my first husband when I was 32. Numb slog is a perfect description. I cried hysterically the first day, after they took his body away, then I just shifted into going through the motions. It was about a year before I got back to mostly functioning. Three years before I didn’t tear up when I thought about him.

Same. My mom’s neighbor called last week basically to say, “all she wants to do is lay in bed and eat doritos.” and I’m like, “okay, so I will bring her more doritos. It’s fine.”

I lost my dad in the previous century and I’m sorry to tell you it will always suck - however, as time goes on, you’ll get used to the suckiness. I still miss my father every single day, but now thinking about him doesn’t bring tears to my eyes like it did for a year or so after he died.

“God has a plan” is another one i hate. I know it (usually) comes from a good place, of wanting to help someone find some meaning when their loved ones are taken from them. For me, despite being Christian ( just not very loud about it) and beliving in God and Jesus, I did not want to hear that right after my father…

I’m going through this right now. I just lost my dad, and Oswalt’s words on his loss have been helpful, in a “Right. This is how it’s supposed to be.” way. It sucks. It all sucks and will suck for the foreseeable future.

Guy’s got a point. :(

This same thing happened to me before the days of video. My boyfriend “shared” me with his friends in a dorm room after I had passed out from drinking. I only had odd Rosemary’s baby type remembrances, and could very well have thought I had dreamt the whole thing until the next morning, when he actually bragged about…

If guys don’t want to rape, they shouldn’t drink.

Oh let me fucking guess:

Seriously, what a bunch of cunts.

This is late cause I’m just reading through all these, but I feel you. Lying comes super easily to me and I don’t really feel guilty about it. I had a fine childhood and consider myself to be a good person - I don’t ever lie about big, potentially damaging things - but I tell little white lies all the time. Makes life…

I was a kid when his accident happened, but my family were really big into horses, so he was at quite a few of the events (horse events and competitions) that we were at.

Yes. This, this, this! I was discussing my experiences and it was amazing how many small incidences of men taking ownership over my body I have collected over the years. And how polite I had to act to get them to stop.

It doesn’t matter that you’re preaching to the choir. Your voice still matters, and what happened to you is utter shit. You’re brave for telling your story and we’re here for you.

Something like this happened to me when I was thirteen. I was groped in an elevator by the father of a classmate. I never told anyone except for a couple of friends when I was in college. I feel people will dismiss this woman’s account because “it’s not like he raped her,” or this does not “count as assault” or maybe…

Honestly, when I thought I couldn’t get angrier about this election.