This poem is about my personal experience dealing with the after effects of realizing I had been raped. It covers the depersonalization and the PTSD I experienced and I hope that by sharing this, others don't feel as alone as I did.
The lack of spacing throughout the poem aims to reflect the constant monologue that was going on in my head at the time, how I felt as though I could never escape these thoughts and feelings. It aims to show how consuming everything was.
The last 13 lines, from 'But I promise', were added a year after I felt my lowest. At a time where I felt hopeless and believed there wasn't a point to life anymore, it's healing to be able to add those last few lines and see my own growth. People always say 'it'll be okay' and I always found that so patronizing. Although I agree with the notion, I don't always think it's the most comforting thing to hear when you're going through so much.
Everyone's experiences are of course extremely personal and unique. There is no timeline to healing and it's not something you can rush, you just have to live it out. I'm lucky to have had so much love and support from close ones and I know that I wouldn't be here today without them. I promise you will heal and grow, no matter how long it takes, you just have to hang in there.
The poem describes that initial reaction I had once I stepped out into the courtyard of his apartment. He pretends he knows nothing but as time passes, he digs himself a deeper hole and loses his friends too. The princess and her pea being this new-found extra empathy for those suffering in this way. The air in the courtyard being dead represents this comfort or relatability to death gained that night.
A sexual assault victim’s experience. Something that occurs way too often with not enough being done to help fix it.
Before I began writing I asked my female friends to share some of their personal experiences of sexual harassment throughout their life. Almost every girl mentioned the fear of walking home at night, being criticised for the clothes they wore and the constant preaching and objectification of society.
The main impetus behind this was to shed light not only on the incidents many girls encounter on a day-to-day basis, but also the attitudes that accompany them. Despite there now being more heightened awareness of female sexual abuse, with many victims speaking out as a result of the Me Too movement, a glaring stigma still prevails. A single glance at social media commentary is enough to realise the extent of blatant victim blaming that occurs in today’s society. Either the girl put herself in that situation for drinking too much, or she was asking for it because of the clothes she wore (the list could go on).
However, these accusers sat behind their screens aren’t the root of the problem. Attitudes about how young girls are supposed to behave are moulded from an early age: from being told by your mother when you’re heading out with your friends to go change your shorts because they’re too tight, to teachers enforcing strict dress codes on girls; even the age-old joke of ‘girls always have to go to the toilet in groups like a flock of birds’. Constant caution surrounding us and being preached to us polices our subconscious, to the extent that even the most mundane act like going to the bathroom in public by yourself is paired with fear and anxiety.
What is worse is that we become so accustomed to these defence-mechanisms and precautions that they become the norm. When my friends related their own experiences, most began by stating that nothing severe had happened to them, ‘only the usual things girls go through’ and then proceeded to give me a list of harassment that no person should have to endure…only the usual.
My character’s walk home at night at first is inferred as a moment of weakness and fear. However by the end of the passage her choice to walk by herself is seen as a defiant action - one of strength. This story is intended to portray how girls shouldn’t hide away out of anxiety or submit to the regulations of society - a society that is all too quick to teach girls how not to act, what not to wear, how much not to drink. Instead of teaching men not to harass, abuse or rape.