Joanie Nickel marches because...
The Womens March to me
means freedom--for the present and preservation of the victories of the past--the
years of women standing up for their rights as women, mothers, lovers and
Americans with a voice asking to be respected. The March stands for more than
my personal story, much more. I fear young and old, ignorant of our past,
Americans without respect for human rights, will cause a backwards slide
towards repression of human rights especially the rights of those who lack the
power to resist. I respect the gifts of all the women who came before me,
who sacrificed life and freedom to make us all more free. That is why I march
and ask others to do also.
But...like many I have a story. I am a METOO. I was regularly assaulted by a family member from the age of 6.5 until 8.5. I was so unaware, innocent that I did not know it was a sexual assault. I had lived 24/7 with my Gramda in an all woman's household until 6.5 years old. I was told about the birds and the bees by my older sister at 8.5 and stopped the assault myself. I was a strong little person. I needed to be as my Mother was abusive to the entire family. She had been told of the situation but refused to accept the truth. I had to "stand up" for survival. I am now fully aware of my past but do not "live" in the past. I do not forgive or forget what was done to me by my older brother as I do not believe that sexual assault is forgivable or forgettable offense. The perpetrator cannot restore innocence or mend the cracks in the psyche. The cracks and fissures will always remain.
But...like many I have a story. I am a METOO. I was regularly assaulted by a family member from the age of 6.5 until 8.5. I was so unaware, innocent that I did not know it was a sexual assault. I had lived 24/7 with my Gramda in an all woman's household until 6.5 years old. I was told about the birds and the bees by my older sister at 8.5 and stopped the assault myself. I was a strong little person. I needed to be as my Mother was abusive to the entire family. She had been told of the situation but refused to accept the truth. I had to "stand up" for survival. I am now fully aware of my past but do not "live" in the past. I do not forgive or forget what was done to me by my older brother as I do not believe that sexual assault is forgivable or forgettable offense. The perpetrator cannot restore innocence or mend the cracks in the psyche. The cracks and fissures will always remain.
But I am not a survivor--I am one who thrives on life. I enjoy
every minute of every day, I am full of energy and joy. I have
extinguished the guilt I suffered from the abuse of my childhood. I have triumphed
not just survived. I AM a METOO!.