I have alluded to this in the past on the blog, but I’ve never come out and said it before. Since it pertains to my reaction to the story I’ll share with you, I need to state it clearly. I am a rape survivor. I was raped twice, and (just) physically beat up once. I survived. While I’ve dealt with most of the crushing issues that come from surviving, I do still deal with certain ongoing ramifications. Some examples… My husband is the only person on this earth who can come up to me from behind and touch me, and me not react negatively. He’s the ONLY person I can show physical affection for and receive physical affection from easily. In reality what does that mean? I have to work exceptionally hard at showing physical affection to my children. I have to fight very hard to never wince or cringe when they come up from behind me in the course of our daily life. I have to fight very hard to not withdraw from them when they physically reach out to me. I have to mentally prepare myself before friends see me, as they will expect (rightfully so) hugs. Before we visit my best friend, I have to give myself a talking to that her husband will not hurt me, he loves me, he likes me, and he will touch and hug me. His love for me is due to his accepting me in his life as part of his wife’s life. He has no interest in me physically, and he loves his wife. These are things I have to tell myself so I don’t elbow him through his nasal cartilage, while simultaneously trying to gouge his eyes out with my fingers. Because he put his hand on my shoulder while handing me a drink. My children deserve my affection. My friends deserve my affection. Physical affection is healthy. I know this and so I work very hard at it every single day. And I think it’s working, because my children and friends come to me for affection, nurturing, and love. I’m successful at fighting and scratching against myself to give them that. I’m OK with doctors, I think due to the rubber gloves. But many doctors will use their bare hands for breast exams (I think due to sensitivity issues) and I cry every time. But I’m trying. It’s a process. A long one. My assaults happened before I knew my husband, and I’ve been married for 12 years.
Warning to my conservative Christian friends, the link I’m about to give is to a Pagan news service. Just want to warn you. I found this story. Go read it.
Now that you’ve read it, think about what it means.
Think about sending your children through the scanners. Think about the enhanced pat down if you refuse. If this becomes the norm, I’m truly unsure I’ll be able to fly. After talking to my husband, who is incredibly protective of me, he said, “I think I would have to drop anyone who thought putting his hands on your tits is OK, other than your doctor.” He understands what this would mean to me. You could also say, “well, go through the scanner!” One, there are radiation issues. Kind of like a doctor. Once every blue moon is fine, but beyond that, you need the lead drape. What about the frequent travel fliers? At one time I was flying twice a week for three months. And I know many who travel even more. Two, it’s an invasion of your privacy. In front of everyone in the security line. I thought the body scan would be like an Xray. Very impersonal. I saw the exemplar. I could see his penis very clearly (and his love handles).
The whole thing scares me for oh, so many reasons.
At dinner tonight, we’re having another discussion with the kids about our privates, and who’s allowed to touch them, and for what reasons.
These new regulations absolutely cross the line, and I’m with you 100%. My children will not fly until these measures are changed. I wish people were more aware of what survivors of sexual assault go through. There is never a complete recovery. New situations bring up old feelings. Survivors deal with the assault through every new level of life experience. This is something that terrifies me to the bone when it comes to my own children. Thank you for speaking out. (((hugs)))