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sanctamaria17
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I was a loner in high school. I had friends, people liked me, but no one would spend time with me outside of school, they were “too busy” (getting drunk).
I was the only devout Catholic I knew and a lot of people really didn’t understand, didn’t try to understand. I got attacked for holding pro-life viewpoints.
My friends were the Jewish kids, gay kids, creative/anime/artist kids, writers, atheists/agnostics, all of whom were much more real and pure, who were also outcasts, but all of whom graduated before I hit my toughest year.
I was told I was pretty, but I didn’t believe anyone. I hated people staring at my body and making comments. I hated being compared to my sister, who looks older (though is younger) and is prettier.
I felt forgotten about.
I worked so hard, never took a break, to forget my loneliness. I tried to hide it. I was hurting a lot.
When I was sixteen, I ended up catching the wrong sort of attention. I hung out with boys who did not have the best reputations. But they were the only ones who acted like they actually care, actually wanted to spend time with me, they didn’t have cliques. Something about them felt wrong, but I didn’t care. I would take what I could get.
All of that ended with a scary experience, where I was lucky it didn’t turn out how it could have turned out.
If I had been attacked that day, would you have judged me, told me I was stupid, and that I was on the same moral level as someone who killed someone else? Simply because I was looking for friendship and ended up finding creepy people? Simply because I was stuck in the black hole of my loneliness?
Or would you have done what my best friend did, which was help me go through YEARS and I mean, YEARS of repressed emotions? Would you have let me talk about it, listened attentively, held me when I needed it, got me to a good counselor (to deal with the stuff that no untrained person can walk you through) and been there for me? Who helped me realize that I should reach out to others instead of close up in my shell? Who took time from his own busy life to have tea with me and make sure I was doing OK? Who ultimately helped me realize that while I was weak, God was strong and that, as a matter of fact, I had untapped strength?
Sorry, but people tried to kick me while I was down, in an attempt to help me. It made me clam up for three years. I lost three years of my life to an icy black hole of unreachable depression (and depression does run in my family and something I do struggle with off and on, especially in winter time), because I felt there was no one who would care and that I should just toughen up. I lost three years. And I wasn’t even raped, but I had enough experiences that frightened me, yet I was ashamed because I believed everything was my fault.
Imagine the women who are losing more years because of judgmental attitudes like yours.
I work in a crisis pregnancy center and the last thing these women need to hear is that they’re stupid, sinful idiots who only pick scumbags or that they put themselves in situations of rape and abuse (by the way, rapists and abusers are the ones who commit their crimes. It wouldn’t be called “rape” or “abuse” if consent was present) so they don’t deserve an ounce of compassion. They need a friendly face, a kind word, a smile, and finally, the assurance that someone, even if a mere stranger, loves them just for the sake that they are human and as such, are made in the image of our Creator.
I was the only devout Catholic I knew and a lot of people really didn’t understand, didn’t try to understand. I got attacked for holding pro-life viewpoints.
My friends were the Jewish kids, gay kids, creative/anime/artist kids, writers, atheists/agnostics, all of whom were much more real and pure, who were also outcasts, but all of whom graduated before I hit my toughest year.
I was told I was pretty, but I didn’t believe anyone. I hated people staring at my body and making comments. I hated being compared to my sister, who looks older (though is younger) and is prettier.
I felt forgotten about.
I worked so hard, never took a break, to forget my loneliness. I tried to hide it. I was hurting a lot.
When I was sixteen, I ended up catching the wrong sort of attention. I hung out with boys who did not have the best reputations. But they were the only ones who acted like they actually care, actually wanted to spend time with me, they didn’t have cliques. Something about them felt wrong, but I didn’t care. I would take what I could get.
All of that ended with a scary experience, where I was lucky it didn’t turn out how it could have turned out.
If I had been attacked that day, would you have judged me, told me I was stupid, and that I was on the same moral level as someone who killed someone else? Simply because I was looking for friendship and ended up finding creepy people? Simply because I was stuck in the black hole of my loneliness?
Or would you have done what my best friend did, which was help me go through YEARS and I mean, YEARS of repressed emotions? Would you have let me talk about it, listened attentively, held me when I needed it, got me to a good counselor (to deal with the stuff that no untrained person can walk you through) and been there for me? Who helped me realize that I should reach out to others instead of close up in my shell? Who took time from his own busy life to have tea with me and make sure I was doing OK? Who ultimately helped me realize that while I was weak, God was strong and that, as a matter of fact, I had untapped strength?
Sorry, but people tried to kick me while I was down, in an attempt to help me. It made me clam up for three years. I lost three years of my life to an icy black hole of unreachable depression (and depression does run in my family and something I do struggle with off and on, especially in winter time), because I felt there was no one who would care and that I should just toughen up. I lost three years. And I wasn’t even raped, but I had enough experiences that frightened me, yet I was ashamed because I believed everything was my fault.
Imagine the women who are losing more years because of judgmental attitudes like yours.
I work in a crisis pregnancy center and the last thing these women need to hear is that they’re stupid, sinful idiots who only pick scumbags or that they put themselves in situations of rape and abuse (by the way, rapists and abusers are the ones who commit their crimes. It wouldn’t be called “rape” or “abuse” if consent was present) so they don’t deserve an ounce of compassion. They need a friendly face, a kind word, a smile, and finally, the assurance that someone, even if a mere stranger, loves them just for the sake that they are human and as such, are made in the image of our Creator.