Rachel Thompson author, activist, sex abuse chat

‘No reason for shame’: a survivor speaks up

Rachel Thompson has, over the years, thought of herself as a survivor more than a victim. “I think I’ve always had that within me [being a survivor]. I literally had to find a way to cope constantly, because I had to.”

Tracing

“Are you ready to talk about it?” my therapist asks me for what seems to be the hundredth session in a row. “No.” “Are you ready to write about it?” She is pushing me and she...
sexual pleasure as a survivor chocolate photo by Michele Blackwell

Finding pleasure after violation

Those who’ve been victimized need to demand genital joy as a birthright.

May 5th is Silence the Shame Day

May 5, 2021, is National Silence the Shame Day, a day that aims to end the stigma surrounding mental health. The hope is by having conversations and bringing awareness about mental health and wellness...

A good sport

Don’t mean to brag, but I am a triathlete of some repute. My #metoo moment happened on one of my first races as part of an Australian team, competing overseas in a Honolulu World...

Scarlet

Pain flows through a crimson tide. Pressure of the cold steel knife. Cutting. Biting. Picture perfect, masking sadness with makeup. Pauses, only to bid him goodbye. Parting ways with safety. She meets cruelty and lust at the bar. The...

A legacy of abuse: Telling on my brother

A deathbed confession, 1997 Mom unburdens herself only weeks before she dies. She tells me about Mike’s abuse against his children. Her revelations confirm what I’ve known since childhood: My brother Mike is dangerous....
photo of person writing on paper photo by Green Chameleon

Writing about my abuser, healing and hard-earned magic

I made a deal with myself: if my dad was too painful to write about, I would stop, knowing my healing wasn’t complete.

What needs to be said

What needs to be said that you haven’t yet talked about?” the woman from hospice looked at me. I suspected I knew but remained silent. My mother, a child of the Depression and a cigarette...
carved jack-o-lantern as self-portrait of rape survivor photo by Fredrik Solli Wandem featured on Survivor Lit, a literary magazine for sexual assault survivors

Self portrait

After my twenty-seven-year-old neighbor raped me, I felt hollow.

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The acknowledgement

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I’m trying to be gentle with myself, but what if I never believe my body when it tells me what happened?

Have the time of your life!*

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*Common side effects may include but are not limited to: harassment, stalking, getting drugged, passing out in...

To the fathers who do not abuse their daughters

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On my street I am witness to the young men who carry the pink-flowered backpacks of little girls, who...