#WhyIStayed

[theexistentialmeow]

Fëanor's twitter feed

hc that Fëanor was secretly boosting up certain trends as he was campaigning to leave Valinor:

#IStandWithFëanor #ElvesAgainstMorgoth #NotMyValinor

Meanwhile in the twitter storm Celegorm & Curufin are whipping out these bad boys:

#FlyAwayManwë #WhoTurnedOutTheLights #ValarCringeMemes #FinalBossMandos

[happenis27]

My only reasons for being alive

[pinkfeathergurl]

[hernamewasluna]

#GenderBasedViolence is always finding a woman to blame. If she’s a victim, they victim shame her. If he’s a perp, they blame his mom. Female victims with kids, often stay because of them. If they leave with kids, they’re stigmatised within the dating scene. THEY do the right thing all along the way and they suffer with each step they take. Dad is absent dad, abusive husband and doesn’t support her emotionally, washes his hands off kids after divorce or break up and she’s the bitch, the witch, the never good enough weak woman. Then who is he? Why does he get off scott free every wrong step he makes? Where is the justice? Hold men accountable! #16days #whyistayed #phenomenallyasian #victimblaming #victimshaming https://www.instagram.com/p/CIAmYmtrf42/?igshid=v4bgrwlst0u5

[rapeculturerealities]

#YesAllWomen, #SurvivorPrivilege, #TheEmptyChair, #WhyIStayed, #MeToo—each of these hashtags highlights women’s experiences with interpersonal and institutionally enabled violence, and each was precipitated by high-profile events involving male perpetrators.

Gendered violence has been framed as an individual problem in public discourse in a multitude of ways. From questions about women’s dress and behavior to laws that eschew the possibility that wives can be raped by their husbands, U.S. culture is rife with narratives that blame victims and normalize violence against them. On social media, victim blaming can intensify. But the #YesAllWomen network and those that followed it are part of what has come to be known as “Feminist Twitter,” where misogyny is challenged online in the tradition of the early feminist press.

Ultimately, these hashtags are embodiments of the feminist demand that “the personal is political,” and illustrate how storytelling on Twitter raises consciousness, creates solidarity, promulgates new cultural narratives, and articulates demands for change. What has become known as the “#MeToo moment” was not so much a moment but a loud chorus of voices that had for years been using Twitter and other social networks to tell the stories about women’s experiences with violence that were not and had not been told in mainstream media, by politicians, or by most journalists. In these networks, unlike in most other public spaces, women told their own stories, women were believed, male allies helped elevate women’s voices, and women—experts in their own lives—added nuance to the all too often oversimplified and inaccurately reported systemic issues of gender, violence and victimhood.

Each hashtag, from #YesAllWomen to #MeToo, did different work as part of a larger movement, creating cultural interventions in response to particular news stories and events that reached the public sphere. These hashtags provided a source of discursive and collective energy that catalyzed both online and offline movement work, leading to powerful cultural repercussions—and, yes, change.

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[joseaesquea]

Reposted from @bjj4africa Follow us on Instagram to learn more @gbvp4africa ✅ Help Prevent Gender-based violence. Graphic by @jarabifitness 🇸🇳🇺🇬🇸🇩🇹🇩🇨🇮🇬🇲🇲🇬🇬🇭🇰🇪🇹🇬🇳🇬🇸🇨🇲🇿🇧🇼 #gbvp4Africa #endgbv #NotOneMore #HeForShe #WhyIStayed #gbv #gbvprevention #ipv #LionHeartInitiative https://www.instagram.com/p/CL3RrUEpCrD/?igshid=1hzun7p1n01bj

[olotuglobaltouchfoundationsblog]

Don't view this post without commenting!! Domestic Violence(please read!!) Domestic violence isn't molestation alone. It is any used by the abuser to gain power and control over a spouse, partner, girl/boyfriend or close family member. Domestic Abuse is a learned behavior; it is not caused by hate, anger, mental problems, drugs or alcohol, or other common excuses.As cities and towns across Nigeria locked down, a 25-year-old woman named Tosin found herself in more and more fights with her husband, with whom she now had to spend every day in their house in elementary , in Lagos State . #WhyIStayed #social #media #TheSoundofMusicLive #metoo #Arewametoo ##cuéntalo #hope360initiativeforpeace #billgatefoundation #dangitefoundation #obasanjofoundation #elumelufoundation #timaya #2faceidibia https://www.instagram.com/p/CGwTk4Eg2P2/?igshid=1my6ch2ksi0i9

[therealsadgirlme-blog]

My Story

My dad is an abusive drunk. My mom left him when I was four, she told me about how when I was a baby he got so mad that he threw me against a wall when he was hammered one night. My mom fought for us to never see him again but they didn't have any proof he was a bad father and husband. He kidnapped my mom, brother and sister a little after that. I remember my aunt and I were making fudge, I loved making fudge with her. It was the same day that I put my hand in the oven while it was heating up, I wasn't hurt, I didn't cry too much. It was at that moment when we heard knocking, police cars were out front. My aunt told my cousin and I to go sit in the front room, to not make a noise. The cops come on looking for my dad, my mom and my siblings. My aunt, of course, protected her little brother, playing as if she didn't know where they were. The cops belived her, knowing that because of my grandma, that the family was good... most of it anyways. My grandma, she was an amazing woman. Knew what my dad was like... but he was her baby. She told me in the end... that I should never be afraid to speak out. I understand now that I am older why she told me that. Of course the cops found them at some point. My grandpa, my moms dad, threw my dad in jail. He made my dad sit there for days until we left M. My mom met my little sister's dad at about the same time, that's why we came to O. Because he lived here. We went out, life was amazing, we only had to see our dad during the summer, every other winter. They lessened for a little because the courts said that if he didn't find a spouse, and stabalize himself he would never be able to see us again. So he married my step mom S. She has a son, who was 16 years old at the time. Now almost 30ish. At first S was nice, but she got really horrible really quickly. She would make us clean the house top to bottom, scrub the floors. She was terrifying and still is. Our first house, it was gorgeous. It was a brick house and I wasn't allowed to have my own room yet so I shared with my sister. We only visited that house a few times before they moved. But that house is where everything happened... everything changed for me. I was four or five. And D, my step brother, lived with us. He was 16 almost 17. It only happened to me... I was so little, he never... not to my other siblings. The first time I remember, although I know it happened before, I can sense that is happened before... The first time I remember, he snuck into my room and made me get off of the top bunk to go to his room. I was so little... I knew it felt wrong but I had to or he would get mad... I remember what happened nect, so vividly. I remember what I was wearing, one of my dad's t-shirts. But I remember everything else... It is so vivid like it was yesterday... He made me do things... He sat me on top of him... I was four, him sisteen... He made me move so I could make him feel good. I remember his hands digging into my hip bones. I remember saying I don't like this... I remember him telling me to shoosh. Then I heard the floor creak. I took that as my opportunity, I jumped up and ran untilI was in my bed again... My sister under my bunk so he knew that he couldn;t make me go back without waking her. He came in, and tried to make me go back by being so sweet, but I turned away from him. He did it a lot I guess... He made me do a lot. Mom said that whenever I would come back, I had yeast infections so badly. I couldn't pee, my area was rubbed so dry that it was red and peeling. I went to the doctor every time I came back. Doctors thought it was because I wiped too hard so mom had to help me wipe. I remember going back another time... We went and visited an aunt. She had a hottub, we were all in the hot tob. me in my little pink bathing suit, I have pictures. I remember when everyone got out he made me stay in, he thought it was so attractive, a little helpless girl wet and in a bathing suit. A girl afraid of water. Something he could use against her. He made me stay and touched me again. I hated him... I hate him... I hated being around him, I hated what he did to me, I hated how he made me feel... I hated how I still loved him... How I thought, maybe he won't do it next time... Years later, I was so terrified. He was staying with us again... I tried telling my dad. I tried telling S. I ended up making something up about a dream where he hit me. S was furious with me, screamed at me how I was a little liar who just wanted attention. That was when my grandma told me to never be afraid to hide the truth... To never be afraid to tell her things. She knew... I know she knew... You could see it in her eyes. I didn't tell anyone for years, I lived with my mom until fifth grade. I decided I wanted to move with my dad because the town he lived in was amazing. They were treating me right and m sister was living there already. She was kicked out for sleeping with a 21 year old drug addict at 15. For lying and doing a lot of stuff that she shouldn't be doing. Moving there was good for her. I moved there and they were nice. I thought it was good but it started to rapidly deteriorate. I wanted to stay there, but the mental abuse got do bad, my dad drank so much and S yelled at us so much... A few days after K's 18th birthday she snuck out, packed everything up and left the house. Finished school, but without my dad and step mom. They took it out on me. It wasn't long before she moved out that my dad had hit my sister for saying something he didn't like. Life there was bad... We were in a cage... Not allowed to leave. Eighth grade year, S and my dad cornered me and questioned me and yelled at me so bad, wondering why I hated D, and why I wouldn't talk to him. I got so angry, I bawled. I yelled, "Because he raped me!" S shut up. My dad looked down. He knew. I said, "You remember when I tried to tell you before? I was almost sic and I got so scared and lied and changed my story?" He said he remembered... S said I was lying, that she needed to get out of the house. A lot of shit went down before that but is a different story. S left and I told him, I couldn't have been planning on saying this for eight more years if I were lying. He said he knew. S went out and cried. My dad drank. I called my mom. I told her I wanted to go home. S never believed me. She still doesn't. My mom came down during my eighth grade graduation. Said she was gonna take me home, dad didn't want me to go. Begged me to stay. Hetold me before I was ever gay or bi or anything, He would kill me himslef. he begged saying, "I lied, I would never do that, you can love whomever you wanted." I was so depressed, I started harming myself a few months before that. I left a few days later. They still didn't believe me. My mom still didn't know. I was going into my freshman year, that summer she found out. She cornered me in the bathroom, asking why I was harming myself, why I was doing the stuff I did. I told her... she cried. Told me it would be better from now on. Told me not to tell my brother or he would go kill D himself. I still haven't told him. She told her boyfriend at the time. He wanted to press charges. I was with KY at the time. He knew. I trusted him... You know what happened with that though. He told my mom lies. Said that my dad raped me too. He didn't, but I remember things that he did to me similar to D. I remember he would lock me in the bathroom with him and force me to take baths with him. I remember him making me sleep in bed with him, him stroking my stomach and legs and getting close to areas he shouldn't have. I remembere when I told my mom this, She said I should have known. My dad raped her. He raped two other girls before her. Aged 16 and 17 when he was 20. Courts let him off because the girls he raped were in Juvy. Nobody believed them. It was true though. I got really depressed... the medicine I took gave me migraines, I didn't eat at all.My mom and her bf broke up, we moved into our own house. KY and I were bad like always. I tried killing myelf. Butchered my thighs so badly. You couldn't see skin. My mom heard me crying, demanding I told her what was going on. I told her about KY finally. In a wat at the moment he saved me. After that, him and I got worse. He tried making it really sexual, he loved the idea of me getting raped. Loved me telling him about it. He enjoyed it so much. I didn't. I cried every night while he yelled at me telling me how I deserved it. Thought it was sexy that I had Stockholm syndrome. I got so bad. I cut so bad. So much. Beginning of this year I broke up with him. A week before my junior year. Before school started. I couldn't take anymore. He was blaming me for things that never happened. Well during spring break my sophomore year, I went out to see my dad. I stayed with him for a week. Hated every second. He chose D over me. He didn;t choose me, he chose somebody who wasn't his blood. Never told me D was going to show up.. Was asleep. The next morning nobody was there. My dad woke up later telling me that D had slept right next to me throughout the while night. I hated it. That same day we were going to visit my family. My dad got drunk while driving there. I got the idea. When we were driving back... I called the cps on him saying he was drinking and driving, cause he was. It was the day before I flew back. That next night and the whole day he was at the bar. He drank himself silly. S stayed at work. Made somebody stay with me. I liked her. My dad came home drunk out of his mind, to take me to the airport. He walked me around the house telling me that I betrayed him. That "you never betray family." I told him, "You betrayed me more times than I can count. You chose D over me and you are trying to tell me that I betrayed you?" He cried. I didn't. He told me, "S and I tried so hard to love you, but we never could." I didn't look back when I left. He told my family I was getting back at him for not letting me see a friend. He lied, but the family believed him. They hated me. Until I told my aunt what happened, she believed me. She still wouldn't talk to me. Last time I saw my dad was at my brother's graduation. He flew out. Him and are on somewhat better terms. Since my grandpa, his dad, passed away. He told me he would call me. Still hasn't.

[racha3lrav3s]

I guess it's that fear of having nobody; that feeling ice crystals form over the cells of your blood as you try to imagine what it would be like to have no one on the other end of the call.

You would rather live inside your quasi-life fantasy than step out into the reality of your wretched existence.

Eventually you're composing a melody of excuses to bring harmony to the dissonance of their cruelty.

It's like dying of thirst, and the only thing there is to drink is bleach.

crawling back to you now.

be there in 5.

[pinkfeathergurl]

It’s a Violation of Human Rights Issue 🪧 Street Harassment is one the forms of sexual harassment and assault. Every woman deserves to be treated with dignity and respect. Women should feel comfortable and safe in public places or streets without the fear of being chased and harassed.

Examples of street harassment: 🪧 ⇾ Catcalls ⇾ Sexually explicit comments ⇾ Sexist or homophobic remarks ⇾ Flashing ⇾ Assault

What does U.N. Commission say about the status of Women?

"The Commission expresses deep concern about violence against women and girls in public spaces, including sexual harassment, especially when it is being used to intimidate women and girls who are exercising any of their human rights and fundamental freedoms."

Don’t forward hate, spread Awareness: https://bit.ly/3TIEPCH

[mishspeakstruth-blog]

#MishMOTD "rest if you must, but don't you quit" - unknown . In 4th/5th grade my crisis intervention teacher had a poem called "Don't Quit" by an unknown Author, posted on the front of her desk. . But one line always stood out to me: "Rest if you must, but don't you quit" . . I often here people say "Don't quit" but never "Rest" . Sometimes in order to keep going, you have to rest. . Yesterday, I made an important decision to take a break from something very important to me. . Though important, it is beginning to drain me. . Though I will see this through, in order to not quit, I need a rest. . . These words came back to me and I'm now sharing them with you: . "Rest if you must, but don't you quit" . . . . . #rest #dontquit #SelfLove #SelfCare #LettingGo #engagegang #SelfCareIsNotSelfish #YesAllWomen #ToTheGirls #TimesUp #Feminist #WhyIStayed #GirlPower #Relationships #Feminista #alonebutnotlonely #allalone #TimeHeals #TimeHealsAllWounds #Healing #HealingJourney https://www.instagram.com/p/BvhysK7l5iZ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ntn4ufee9voh

[khojinindia]

What Are Hashtags Really For? #Confused #Blessed #NoFilter

What Are Hashtags Really For? #Confused #Blessed #NoFilter

In late 2014, the hashtag #WhyIStayed was trending on Twitter. Frozen pizza slinger DiGiorno, known for being snarky and clever on social media, wanted to join the fun: There was just one problem: #WhyIStayed started in response to a video of domestic abuse...

http://digitalkhojinindia.blogspot.com/2018/02/what-are-hashtags-really-for-confused.html

[emmawang]

Week 11: Micro-narratives and Short Fiction

Writing micro-narratives, as I fathomed, is harder than our reflection-on-digital-identity task last week, partially because one, I don’t have a habit of keeping a diary, two, the created persona should reflect part of me but form a coherent and unified subject at the same time. I looked into @sosadtoday and #WhyILeft and #WhyIStay. Often one sentence, sometimes without punctuation, speaks so strongly, which originally I attempted to imitate by imagining myself in their situations, but simply failed. I realized that, it is not the style of the sentence but emotion so real at that temporality makes readers feel connected. In my micro-narratives, the persona here is a grad student who wants to be a cat instead of living like a human due to all the chores or academic pressure, etc. (The question of to what extent can one perform a digital identity in life writing is interesting in my case of choice.) Twitter provides its “affordance” similar to what Aimee Morrison describes in the third stage of Facebook’s status quo update, simply “What’s happening?” I wrote a whole week digital diary for this persona and set the timeline in 2026 when I hopefully graduate from my Ph.D.  

[pinkfeathergurl]

[hernamewasluna]

If you're a survivor who wants to participate in #16DaysOfActivism and feel uncertain if you feel strong enough. As a fellow survivor, I'm sharing how I'm preparing for it. It’s typed out in a Twitter thread for people with disabilities and language barriers. Link in bio for full text, scroll left for images. #whyistayed #16diasdeativismo https://www.instagram.com/p/CH8KnRbrg9G/?igshid=1w9uz68hwavfw

[mishspeakstruth-blog]

#MishMOTD "rest if you must, but don't you quit" - unknown . In 4th/5th grade my crisis intervention teacher had a poem called "Don't Quit" by an unknown Author. . But one line always stood out to me: "Rest if you must, but don't you quit" . I often here people day "Don't quit" but never "Rest" . Sometimes in order to keep going, you have to rest. . Yesterday I made an important decision to take a break from something very important to me. . Though important, it is beginning to drain me. . Though I will see this through, in order to not quit, I need a rest. . These words came back to me and I'm now sharing them with you: . "Rest if you must, but don't you quit" . . . . . #rest #dontquit #SelfLove #SelfCare #LettingGo #engagegang #SelfCareIsNotSelfish #YesAllWomen #ToTheGirls #TimesUp #Feminist #WhyIStayed #GirlPower #Relationships #Feminista #alonebutnotlonely #allalone #TimeHeals #TimeHealsAllWounds #Healing #HealingJourney https://www.instagram.com/p/BvhysK7l5iZ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=7pjilweqbjx3