I really didn’t want to do this. Seriously. Not for the reason you think either. To all the women posting ‘Me Too’ and encouraging others to do the same ought to think very carefully about what they are doing. So much of what of what I’ve read so far is to be honest trivial. It doesn’t condone bad behaviour but life isn’t perfect.
When I was 13 I was raped by a total stranger. A man. I buried that trauma for over 25 years. I didn’t tell my parents, family or friends. Even today I’m tormented by the sheer horror of that night. I live with it every day. He is likely dead by now but it is etched in my memory. A stain that can’t be bleached. Which is probably why you might read me protest at the professional victimhood industry as I do via this blog. Maybe you understand a bit better as to why I am such a fighter of the truth.
In my year at high school there have been six suicides. People I knew in some case for 40 years. As tragic as it is we are sometimes are so tied up in our own lives that we fail to see warning signs of our friends. Of course in my darkest days the thought crossed my mind but I made a pact with myself that taking the easy way out was letting that bastard win. Not on my watch. In fact I think it is in part why I am so stubborn. I tend not to believe anything I read unless I study it first. I have a statistical database in my memory in the widest of fields – from gun ownership, illegal drugs price/purity coinciding with economic cycles to education levels and almost anything else you can think of. My mind is always spinning looking for data that challenges conventional group think.
In the previous post I wrote of the sexual assault of my daughter on a train in Tokyo. I think I was worse than she was. I was a mess. I wanted to take her place because the last thing I wanted was for her to experience any of the years of emotional troubles it might bring down the line.
I could consider myself a legitimate victim in every sense of the word and I haven’t written this post to receive sympathy or soothing words! Please understand that. On the contrary real victims are the ones who shout the least. They’re too busy dealing with it to bother seeking sympathy and cyber hugs. The fake victims are ones that scream about stuff that is more attention seeking than anything else.
The difference is I am not out here today to draw attention to my own situation. I’m here to say that unless you’ve truly been impacted by something heinous that has given you endless trauma don’t post willy-nilly #metoo post about some drunk jerk at a bar trying to pick you up.
I honestly had no intention of telling people about my past but this constant “poor me” attitude that pervades the world today must end. If one wants to raise awareness to any cause don’t dilute it with petty claims you probably haven’t thought about til given this opportunity. You discredit the real people battling with demons and actually make it far worse in helping them cope.
Men can be impacted by sexual harassment, abuse and assault. It is just underreported. So to the feminists using #metoo to attack (in many cases innocent) men with this campaign – shame on you.