Dear Emily Doe - An Open Letter to the Survivor of the Stanford Rapist
Dear Emily Doe, I don't know, yet I am you. I did not survive your experience, but I survived my own horrific morning 16 years ago and another horrific night 3 and a half years ago. I don't know what it is like to be you or to live inside your forever changed mind, but I know what it is like to be terrified of your own thoughts and body. I know what it feels like to live in a skin you desperately need to take off because it feels dirty and just plain wrong. Emily, that horrible night you became part of a club that every woman prays she will never join. You joined a club whose membership was violently forced upon you. You joined a club in which each member is a statistic. Yet, in joining this terrible club you earned a new label: Survivor. While membership in this club is the loneliest experience in the world, please know, Emily, that you are far from alone. You are a part of a group of the strongest women in the world. We are women who have...