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I hope things work out for you, wolfangel. A friend of mine is setting out to take similar courtward bound actions, as well as outing the individual to their community, which is nice and tightly knit and apt to take care of things in their own way. Their headwoman hasn't a lot of patience for some cruelties.
By the time I finally felt I should do something, years after the issue (I was in the same city again, seeing old faces, et cet.), and was strongly considering some sort of legal action in case the person was taking advantage of other people... I found out they had, in the interim, been convicted of assaulting, abusing, and generally psychologically damaging a number of other people.
I then felt like a complete ass for having the immediate reflex action of being relieved or happier or something that it wasn't just me. What a selfish reaction, you know? I hadn't beat myself up about it, the whole time, but that part was purely me and damned if I didn't want to kick my own ass.
What's weird is that I've never denied what happened, in public or in person (level of detail varying, of course), but I've never actually typed out anything remotely approaching. And I never was able to wrap my head around any sexual aspect. It just struck me as meanness, assholity.
What's really weird and uncomfortable to me, is that I've talked with two friends recently about their own sex-assault (far more egregious and horrible than my own) complications, and they were both trying to get me to explain to them (this is twice in less than two weeks) why people thougth they could fix their problems with sex or sexual doings. As though anyone can explain this sort thing as anything but unhealthy and unfortunate.
I try very much to be a good listener and supportive, but I really couldn't deal very well with someone telling me the gave up on men because the last guy they dated thought he could cure her fear/disgust associated with anything going near her mouth if she just went down on him. Magick sex cures.
The way I view magick or the things I do that fall under that category, it's just trying to be a decent, civilised human being. Often, all I can do is try not to throw up or cry, and tell people I haven't any answer or suggestion, and no, I don't know why some people are just that damaged, be they cruel or just entirely blind to the world before them.
I do think I was helped through processing things by the fact that, growing up, sexual violence or cruelty was never really cut out of dialogues because there were children present. The gruesome details aside, just knowing that bad things happen and that they're not connected to... I never got the love=sex talk, which I know has made certain events in some of my friends lives much harder or more complicated for them to deal with.
I don't think I'll ever pretend to be a doctor, y'know? I'm not put together for fixing or healing people. At best, even at my most annoying, I'm just there. And I think, even if you're being completely useless, just being there is better than not. And knowing when to step back, perhaps, better than that. (I haven't ever quite figured out the stepping back part; I only really 'step back' from people I have no interest in associating with or even vaguely smelling again.) |
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