#sa awareness

[lemainestudio]

April is SA Awareness Month - revisiting this dress from last year and the meaning behind why I made it

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[it-never-gets-better]

MY BODY TURNED INTO A CORPSE WHEN YOU TOUCHED IT VIOLENTLY.

[queerexpressions]

“that he’d been vindicated somehow”

[magicalcloudwitchsstuff]

The reason I've stopped "educating" men on consent is that I realized they already know: they just do not care.

It's impossibile during a sexual encounter to not get that the vibe is off. A grown man understands that if you're crying, in pain or completely silent, you aren't enjoying it. You can feel when your partner isn't enjoying herself. I am above teaching a man who can do taxes or drive a car that if a girl tells you she doesn't want to fuck you it actually means that she really doesn't want to fuck you. They see you're uncomfortable or in pain, but they don't give an eff because for them you're just an object. They don't care about how uncomfortable or in pain your are the same way I don't care about how overheated my computer is as long as my videogame is running. As long as they get off, they don't care how bad it is for you. Men who would never rape anyone don't need to get educated on when it's rape, because it's obvious. Those arguing with you about what's rape and what isn't already know, they just want to confuse you, so you don't know when to press charges or call law enforcement when it happens.

Stop wasting your time. They know. They just don't care.

[sickmuseum]

I am sitting down in the shower It is this dirty type of clean That keeps me trapped in here for hours Still, I scrub and scrub until my body bleeds Convince myself I am coming clean Forget and ignore who I used to be That kid is never coming back

Bathtub - The Front Bottoms.

[jordanlovesalexg]

don’t ever tell a male SA survivor; “You’re supposed to enjoy it”

don’t ever tell a male SA survivor; “You’re a boy, you can’t get raped.”

don’t ever tell a male SA survivor; “that doesn’t count.”

don’t ever tell an SA survivor; “What were you wearing?”

don’t ever tell an SA survivor; “Did you close your legs?”

don’t ever tell an SA survivor; “They’re family, they wouldn’t do that.”

don’t ever tell a SA survivor; “I don’t believe you.”

don’t ever tell a SA survivor; “I know them, they wouldn’t do that.”

don’t ever tell a SA survivor; “You’re supposed to enjoy it.”

don’t ever tell a SA survivor; “We’re you leading them on?”

don’t ever tell a SA survivor; “We’re you rude?”

don’t ever tell a SA survivor; “You’re an adult, toughen up.”

don’t ever tell a SA survivor; “it doesn’t count.”

don’t ever tell a SA survivor; “it’s your fault.”

don’t ever tell a DA/GA survivor; “but you don’t act like it.”

don’t ever tell a DA/GA survivor; “But they seem so nice.”

don’t ever tell a DA/GA survivor; “They’d never do that.”

don’t ever tell a DA/GA survivor; “She’s a girl, girl’s don’t abuse.”

don’t ever tell a male DA/GA survivor; “Boys can’t be abused.”

don’t ever tell a DA/GA survivor; “But you have no scars.”

don’t ever tell a DA/GA survivor; “You’re just making things up for attention.”

don’t ever tell a DA/GA survivor; “you should’ve just fought/yelled back.”

don’t ever tell a DA/GA survivor; “It’s your fault.”

don’t ever tell an attempt survivor; “that’s selfish of you.”

don’t ever tell an attempt survivor; “I’ve had it worse/i know someone who has it worse.”

don’t ever tell an attempt survivor; “that doesn’t sound like an attempt.”

don’t ever tell a POC; “you’d be way prettier with lighter skin.”

don’t ever tell a POC; “but you don’t look american?”

don’t ever tell a POC; “you should try skin bleaching.”

don’t ever tell a POC; “oh, are you in a gang or something?”

don’t ever tell a POC; “but your skin is so light, you can’t be colored.”

don’t ever tell a POC; “can you give me the N word pass?”

don’t ever tell a POC; “your hair is distracting”

don’t ever tell a POC; “go back to where you came from.” [whoever says this, i live in your walls]

don’t ever tell an albino; “you’re white, not black.”

don’t ever tell an albino; “so are one of your parent white or something?”

don’t ever tell an albino; “you’d be prettier if you were normal.”

don’t ever tell an albino; “oh has anyone tired talking you limbs or something” [i will hunt whoever says this]

don’t ever tell a child; “you should take care of your siblings.”

don’t ever tell a child; “he hits you/is being rude because he likes you”

don’t ever tell a child; “you have to hug them!”

don’t ever tell a child; “it’s your fault we’re divorcing”

don’t ever tell a child; “you’re too old to be doing this.”

don’t ever tell a child of divorced parents; “it’s your fault”

don’t ever tell a child of divorced parents; “pick a side”

don’t ever tell a child of divorced parents; “did you ever consider that you should’ve stepped in?”

don’t ever tell a child of divorced parents; “well if they never got together in the first place, they wouldn’t have had you”

you never know what a person is going through and don’t you dare shame a person for something they can’t control.

if you say any of these things you’re disgusting and you need to not only get educated but stop being a dick.

keep in mind that i am aware that these prompts don’t apply to everyone of a certain minority. But this is me teaching to simply be kind and pay respect and mind to a person’s experiences, minority, etc. there are multiple prompts that can be added but I will refrain to using those out of respect, and also due to censorship.

[strawbbfluff]

now that it’s sexual assault awareness month, i want everyone who’s ever experienced any form of sexual abuse to know that your trauma is valid. it’s still assault if it was your significant other. it’s still assault if it was your friend. it’s still assault if it was a family member. it’s still assault if it was someone you trusted. don’t ever let anyone tell you that your experience wasn’t real. as someone who was a victim of this a year ago today, i want you to know you are stronger than your demons. it gets better. it may take time, but i promise things can only improve. and a big fuck you to the person who hurt you and invaded your privacy. you are ten million times stronger than they will ever be. i love you, and my inbox is always open to anyone who needs to talk 🩵

[serene-sun]

I’m so sorry to everyone who has to deal with the trauma too, I’m here for you, and if you ever need a comfort fic- just know I’m here ❤️

[angel-cryptid]

It's honesty sad how you all got surprised finding out the demon of lust advocates for consent. Reminds me of a telenovela where the protagonist was the stereotypical "ugly but smart" girl and her dad was constantly over protecting from men and the "joke" was basically "ohh get it? Cause she's ugly so no one would abuse her lol" (you can tell it was written by middled age men) Stop it. Sexual abuse is not an act of lust, attraction or desire. It's violence, it's taking away a person's authority to make you feel powerful. It's taking advantage from the weak. It's animalistic and barbaric. Y'all should realize that.

[omniromanticcrazyweirdo]

It's SA awareness month

Reblog to spread awareness

[maddie7writes]

𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄

paring : harry styles x reader

content : sexual assault, traumatic sexual experiences, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

summary : harry and y/n had been handling y/n’s past sexual experiences and working to make sure y/n feels safe and comfortable in any intimate setting, and it all comes crumbling down when they see y/n’s assaulter out in public

being with harry had challenges, such as a lack of privacy, his narcissism, causing a constant power struggle, his work life balance, the book of mental health problems between the two of harry and y/n led to the most imperfect of perfect relationships.

there whole relationship from the day they met had been a challenge, and that’s what excited them. a goal to work towards, and someone to compete with who will celebrate just as hard with you, and loose just as hard with you. they loved it.

but there was one challenge both of them preferred mot to touch, and that was y/n’s past sexual traumatic experiences. harry had found out about them earlier than both of them would have preferred but he couldn’t have handled it better.

they had just finished there fourth date, harry was driving y/n back to her house with a large grin on his face as she buzzed on and on about the amazing movie they had just seen. it was one of harry’s favorite things about her, how excited she got over the simple things in life.

the two had held hands throughout the movie, and that was as far as the two had gone other then the gentle forehead kiss y/n got at the end of the night as a parting gift. harry’s hand twitched, craving a more intimate touch but not wanting to move to fast. as she began to talk about the female lead (whom harry knew but he’d tell her that later) he carefully placed a heavy ringed hand on her knee, and her once brighter then life conversation with mainly herself died to a silence and harry’s sublime CD swallowed the car.

y/n thought the car would swallow her whole. her eyes were trained on harry’s veiny and ringed hand as his hand gently brushed the side of her knee, she tried to relax and put a soft smile on her face but her eyes just got glossy and the smile she had trained more then she thought possible wouldn’t appear.

“y/n?” harry’s hand froze and so did he as he looked over and saw y/n having an internal battle with herself. she hummed and looked over at harry, bright doe eyes trying there hardest to look happy. harry took his hand off her knee immediately, her leg shot up as she wrapped both her arms around it and let out a shaky breath, harry pulled over.

“hey- hey i’m so sorry- y/n- please say something.” harry turned his full body to her and went to reach out to her but stopped himself. y/n but her lip and swallowed. “i’m sorry-.” she said and started to cry, harry shook his head. “no- no you have no reason to be sorry. it was my fault i should’ve asked and not just sprung that on you.” harry said, y/n leaned against the door and looked at harry carefully.

“your not mad?” she asked, still holding her leg closely. harry shook his head, more scared than anything. “why would i be mad darling?” harry asked softly, y/n’s hold on her leg loosened slightly but she kept it close to her.

“i thought people got mad when you didn’t help them with.. that…kinda stuff…” she said quietly, harry felt his heart shatter. “y/n, please know i’ll never- ever get mad at you for not wanting me to touch you. if anything i’ll be proud of you for saying no and respecting your own boundaries.” harry gave a soft smile, she sniffled and shuffled around, nodding with an understanding.

“iv never had boundaries before.” y/n whispered. harry felt his stomach drop. “you don’t have to answer this, but… y/n, did someone hurt you?” harry asked as gently as he could. y/n sniffled, and slowly, she nodded. harry felt more anger than he thought he’d ever feel. and he’d never felt more scared, not when the band forgot to make that one hookup sign an NDA, not then when he made the choice to go solo, not when his step dad died, not when his mom was put on suicide watch. but now, as the girl he would fall in love with, went back to the worst experience in her life, because of him.

“i don’t wanna hurt you darling. the thought makes me sick.” harry began to cry, y/n nodded. “i wanna go home.” she said quietly, harry felt bile rise to his throat. this was it. this was the last time he’d ever see her. and he’d do whatever she needed to make her safe.

he drove her home to the last four songs on his sublime CD, and as he pulled up to the sketchy looking dorms he heard the sweetest voice he’d ever heard ask for a favor he would never turn down.

“will you stay the night? don’t wanna be alone.” y/n asked, and with tears in his eyes harry nodded, and walked her up to her room, tucked her into bed and made himself comfortable on the couch outside. feeling the job of protecting her settle onto him for the first time. and he loved it.

harry had grown accustomed to her traumas, and once they set boundaries that were set to be able to be changed later on in life, it was simply another thing they worked through. it also meant harry was stuck with his hand until marriage, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

harry had thought about trying to find the sick fuck a few times. he had the resource’s. but after a logical conversation with y/n he decided against it. sure he could find him, but what good would that be. harry himself couldn’t do anything for obvious reasons, and harry’s team couldn’t do anything because it would link back to harry. they could try and sue, but that would again bring negative press to harry, but the only important reason to harry, was that y/n didn’t want to get out back in the mindset again.

harry had also taken protecting y/n to the next level ever since that night. they had a body guard ready to protect her from paparazzi if they were going anywhere for business, and harry would personally make sure wherever they were going would accommodate to the privacy he demanded for her.

there had been a total of five paparazzi photos of them seen together since their second date. everything else y/n personally selected, edited, and curated what harry’s fans got. y/n loved harry’s fans, and when they called harry dad, she felt like their mom. the fans didn’t know much about the couples personal lives, but they knew y/n struggled with mental health problems after she went onto gemma’s podcast and spoke about them. fans were made aware that if y/n started to get nervous or anxious harry would cut the interaction short to be there for her, and for the most part thar was accepted. making the couple comfortable to go out in public together.

harry loved to spoil y/n, it was his favorite thing to spend money on. seeing her happy, made him happy, even if she’d feel bad in the first few stores only to settle into the luxury harry provided for her by the third shop.

“thank you for all this h, you didn’t have to.” y/n smiled as harry took her bags and opened the door to leave prada. “no need to thank me darling.” he kissed her forehead as she walked past and she blushed wildly. paris was one of his favorite places to be —his favorite being italy of course— but paris made better intimacy garments and harry would drop everything just to fly to paris for them if y/n was in the mood.

“why don’t we make a stop at your favorite?” y/n smirked over her shoulder. she had grown so comfortable and confident with her body sense her and harry had been married. she liked being naked in front of him, he worshiped her like someone would a god, and took the best care of her. how could he not? she was perfect to him.

“whatever you want my love.” harry suppressed his grin and attempted to hide his boner with a blue tiffany bag. harry’s large hand found a comfortable spot on the small of her back as they glided along the streets of paris, just as they rounded the corner onto the street where harry’s holy grail was, harry felt that tension and unease he hadn’t felt in years.

“y/n?” he froze as she did, she swallowed and felt her eyes well as she began to shake. harry saw two teenage girls a few feet down do a double take. “their just fans love-.” harry said, she shook her head and didn’t look at them, instead she hastily pulled harry into a small boutique and they b lined it for the bathroom. she slammed the door behind harry and sank down to her butt as she curled up and began shaking violently. harry dropped the bags.

“baby honey i need you to breathe okay?” harry gently reached out to touch her like all the times before, only for her to recoil away from his touch. “n-no.” she faintly said, harry felt a sting to his heart only for it to drop. she usually longed for his touch when she felt anxious, the only times she didn’t was when something reminded her of him.

“what’s happening love? need you to tell me what set it off.” harry spoke very gently. “your safe. i don’t want to hurt you. i love you. will never touch you if you don’t want it.” harry repeated his words over and over till her breath stilled. “i saw him.” she whispered quietly.

“what?” harry asked dumbly. “i saw him… out on the streets.. he had- he had a girl..” harry didn’t want to imagine what that poor girl must be going through, and he felt his eyes well as y/n worried for her as well. “what if he tries to-.” she shivered, harry shook his head with a soft ‘mnm’. “he’s not gonna hurt you, he won’t come near you. not when i’m around. do you want me to send reid to go check on the other girl?” harry mentioned the body guard who was surely pretending to browse the store. y/n shook her head, “don’t wanna scare her.. i didn’t trust men…” y/n spoke in broken sentences.

“brooklyn then?” harry asked, y/n nodded. “wanna stay here for a bit.” she sniffled, harry nodded. “i’ll text brooke right now and tell her there’s a girl who might be in a bad situation okay?” y/n wiped her eyes. “can i have a hug?” she asked, without hesitation harry did as he was asked. “i love you darling. thank you.” he thanked her for trusting him to touch her. “i love you to.” she sniffled and let harry hold her.

if you have any one shot requests please let me know

x

[it-never-gets-better]

NO ONE GETS IT. NO ONE KNOWS HOW IT FEELS LIVING IN THIS BODY.

[ash-says]

A Blunt Reminder :

Men treating me with care, respect, love and so called goody goody behaviour doesn't necessarily mean they actually have good intentions towards me. It can be a set up to take sexual advantage of me. Not every guy portraying himself as a nice guy is truly a 'NICE GUY'.

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Stop normalising rapist lingo.

"unconsensual sex" it's rape.

"forced sex" it's rape.

"sex with minors who dont even know what sex is" it's still fucking rape.

"sex without consent" guess what, it's called rape.

I'm so fucking sick of even the biggest news channels of the country shying away from using a simple word. You know what it means. I know what it means. Every twelve year old girl in the country knows what it means. Y'all just don't want to call it "rape" because that would imply it's a crime and old conservative men don't want that. All these news channels try to justify rape by calling it other names like these. Not only are you teaching young girls that this is normal, you're also teaching young boys that the entire fucking world will defend them if they do rape someone so they have nothing to worry about.

If it's rape, call it that. And teach your boys what a disgusting thing it is.

[sickmuseum]

milk and honey - rupi kaur.

[jadorejulia222]

‘cause you’re just a man, it’s just what you do