Eowyn:
At some point, a woman simply surrenders because she realizes there is no way out. In that state of total numbness and shock, she dissociates from her own body and just prays to God that it will be over as soon as possible.
😢 😢 😢
Is it possible to strip away more than just physical safety—to essentially steal a person's respect for their own body and sexuality?
I believe that due to biological functions and physical makeup, women experience sexuality on a much deeper level than men do.
Because of that, I truly believe an act of violence like this hits a woman far harder than what we call the rape of a man.
(I also think men suffer much more deeply from what I’d call "emotional rape." It happens to them at every turn; they are humiliated and hurt, and it doesn't even have to involve anything sexual... but there is absolutely NO acknowledgment of it. Women generally navigate emotions with more ease...
but the impact is just as devastating.)
In a sexual act, a woman
lets someone in ....and she is far more selective about that than a man is... I don't think I even need to explain why.
No modern rationalization can ever be stronger than that
profound ,
instinctive reality...
Eo:
When a woman is raped, it creates a very specific state of consciousness.
She isn't silent because she's afraid. The process works entirely differently. After the act, she is in shock. She doesn't even fully grasp what happened to her. She is split: her body is one thing, and her soul is somewhere else entirely. The reaction is pure revulsion. She tries to wash and scrub her body just to somehow negate the act itself. It’s an unconscious, yet completely natural response.
Then comes the guilt. Hours upon hours are spent spiraling, wondering if she did something wrong or if she somehow caused the whole situation. That is why women stay silent. They try to sweep the event under the rug, hoping that if they ignore it, it might just vanish.
Think about this for a moment before you start talking nonsense about legal penalties or other trivialities that are supposed to serve as some kind of satisfaction for what is, frankly, an amputation of the soul.
Think about it next time you see a girl out in the world who seems to be holding herself tightly together—shoulders and neck tense, eyes cast down, jaw clenched. She carries herself as if she’s been stabbed in the solar plexus, with a poison spreading toward her heart that causes a constant spasm, a wound that feels like it has split her very being in two...
...I don't know how to describe that phenomenon more precisely... but I have noticed it often.
And it isn't always as overtly obvious
as my description might make it seem.
Just look closer... in the streets, in a grocery store.
And don't go thinking that your unsolicited intervention would be welcomed.
It's the upper part of a body that, out of helplessness, pain, and shame, has rejected the lower half.
How do you restore their capacity for joy and love?
How?
(Our film
foxes
does an incredible job portraying the reality of sexual violence against both women and men.)
Exactly! And honestly, I am sick to death of the moronic jokes regarding rape and survivors that we hear from idiots... everywhere you look.