I walk down the halls of my school, looking from person to person and wondering if it had happened to them too. Ones that you would think are as normal as you can get can be experiencing worse than you can imagine. I remember crying myself to sleep one night ago, not because of what happened to me but because of what happened to them. Little girls, little boys, young children, teenagers, and even adults and elders. I saw a video of this one little girl, she had beautiful blonde silky hair and the most wholesome smile but she was crying. She was crying, punching, and screaming wondering why her mother wouldn't believe her. Why her grandparents wouldn't believe her? Why she felt nobody believed her when she said ¨mommies boyfriend touched me¨. Nobody ever believed her. She endured the pain since then, the pain of feeling that it was her fault even though she was only a little girl. She was only 8 and she had to be her own advocate. Her own advocate even when she wasn't listened to. She probably cried herself to sleep that night too. Maybe she didn't even sleep, maybe she was kept up at night wondering if he would sneak into her room that night and do it again. Rape should not be normalized in a sense where ¨it happens to everyone¨. It should not get to a point where it is so common that you can see a group of people walking down the street and almost all of them have been touched, raped, or sexually assaulted in one way or another. I heard from a story that 97% will soon turn to 100% because it's becoming so common. I truly believe that eventually yeah, every person you pass by has had that terrible experience. I wonder how many houses I've passed where people were being hurt, physically and emotionally while driving. I wonder how many people just have little faith and hope in their hearts that someone will believe them, someone will help them get through it. Men get raped too. Boys and men get sexually assaulted by other men or women. They go through what women go through too. It's not just a thing because you're a woman, it's a thing because you're one of the unfortunate but also one of the fortunate ones because you now have the power to speak up about it. You have the power to say something from experience and help others that are closeted because they feel it was their fault. I had a win once. I felt like I succeeded in faking through the pain. I was crying and venting to my cousin once, telling her everything that happened to me because I couldn't hold it anymore. She was surprised since when she saw me I was “always smiling and laughing” I told her how everything was fake, my smile, my laugh, and the joy I show are all fake. She couldn't believe it. Nobody could. How could they when every time they saw me I was the happiest little kid without a care in the world? People sometimes still think I'm lying about my trauma. “If I had told you when it happened would you have even believed me?”. Silence is always the response. The truth is that they wouldn't have. What reason would a child have to lie about being sexually assaulted? It's not cool, it's not something kids at recess plan out. “Stop acting grown”, “Act like the child you are.” We stopped being children when our innocence was ripped from us. “Well, what were you wearing?”. Yes, the most attractive princess pajamas I was wearing is the reason I was raped. Absolutely NOTHING is the victim's fault because they are the VICTIM. “This generation is so weak”. Maybe other generations were too accepting of letting grown men marry young children. Everything that you let slide or ignored fed the beast. Made the beast hungrier for more victims until it reached capacity. What's going to happen when 97% turns to 100%? Will it become normalized? Will we still fight it? It's scary to think about but it's the truth. People trying to hide the truth or ignore it is what our issue is. If you are the assaulter, if you are the one that chooses to hide or ignore it then you are the issue.209Please respect copyright.PENANAMKrRMK54nZ