Today I add my voice to every woman who has had the courage to speak and speak for those who can’t.
I also give voice to my younger self, the young woman in her twenties and thirties who didn’t think she had a voice that could be heard,…or that anyone would listen. I felt alone in my anguish.
Though unique in its particulars, I know now I am everywoman.
I was raped at 24.
On an early winter morning as the 1970’s came to a close, I was brutally attacked by an intruder in the supposed safety of my own apartment.When the detectives inquired as to what I had been wearing in my own bed as I lay asleep to be terrifyingly awakened by a knife wielding infiltrator in my bedroom, as though that might have inspired a stranger to rape me, I knew I was lost.
The damage from that lone incident remains but the pervasiveness of decades of sexual harassment and abuse by those I knew, those I dated, business colleagues, associates and strangers has left it’s equally deep mark on my psyche. And bear witness to these pictures .
Sadly along with its ofttimes unacknowledged damage, the remnants from that culture remain.
The powerful voices of so many women sharing their stories of sexual harassment and abuse in the wake of Harvey Weinstein is overwhelming but heartbreakingly unsurprising.
Finally we are heard.