History of Feminism

I'm sorry you went through all that and I'm sorry you are still getting poked with a stick where the wounded parts are. I'm sorry too that I've probably triggered you with my posts. I'm sorry. I don't know how else to fight back except to say things openly, to be in the faces of society.

You've gone through far worse than me. It is a real testament to the strength of your spirit that you survived.

Thank you for sharing with us, it must have been so hard to do that and taken so much courage. You didn't deserve what happened to you. You don't deserve to be dismissed here and treated like you don't matter. I'm sorry.

If there is anything I can do for you, I'm here, I blurt out my own stuff but I don't blurt out others stuff. But I understand if you don't want to, too, because of the triggers, because of everythign, because of just needing sometimes to withdraw to heal.

I wish you better days, better times, I wish you a safe place and feelings of peace. I wish you happy things like a purring kitty or a puppy with soft eyes, like having dessert before supper, like the first warm day of spring and the trees in blossom and the daffodils all cheerful yellow.