Jagmeet Singh Quotes

Let's suppose somebody abused you sexually. You still had a choice, though not a good one, about what to tell yourself about the abuse.

Victims always feel alone and helpless.

I've heard many women say that they were afraid to come out or they were too ashamed to talk about it because they thought it was something they had done to promote the man to sexually harass them - and that is not the case.

My breathing slowed. I shaded her thick chestnut hair resting in a smooth curve against her face, a large bruise blazing across her cheek. I paused, looking over my shoulder to make certain I was alone. I drew her eye makeup, smudged by tears. In her watery eyes I drew the reflection of the commander, standing in front of her, his fist clenched. I continued to sketch, exhaled, and shook out my hands.

There's tremendous shame with being bullied. I think there's a level at which you think that there's a reason that you're being singled out, that you're being chosen.

So many women have experienced horrific forms of male violence throughout their lives, and why isn't there a song about how you get depressed because of it?

I had trained myself not to go to the bathroom throughout my elementary and junior high school years because I was bullied. And you don't understand why you're being bullied, so you just suppress it.

My mother would beat me so bad, I wouldn't be able to sit down. And I would never snitch.

I have survivor's remorse.

A lot of people who have experienced trauma at the hands of people they've trusted take responsibility, and that is what's toxic.

I still ask myself the same questions every woman asks. Was it my fault? Did I say or do something to make him feel like such an advance was welcome? And like most women, I never told anyone. Instead, I just quit.

My relationship was always abusive, so I chose to not socialise much. People who knew me knew that what pain I was going through.

That's the thing about being a victim; you start to think it'll happen to you on a regular basis. It's living with the reality of your own vulnerability, and it sucks.

That was the dirty secret associated with her past. Not that she'd been abused but that somehow she felt that she deserved it because she'd let it happen. Even now, it shamed her, and there were times when she felt hideously ugly, as though the scars that had been left behind were visible to everyone.

The worst is knowing I can't tell anybody what's happening -or what's happened- to me. Not even my mom.

I've been to war, and it's not easy to kill. It's bloody and messy and totally horrifying, and the consequences are serious.

But I'm very thankful that no one is slamming my head against the wall anymore.

The idea that somebody who has done something horrible in a war is not willing to talk about it for 32 years is hardly a shocking idea. Quite the contrary.

However, if you listen to me I think you can hear years of abuse in my voice - both bad abuse and good abuse.

To deal with the stark reality of having hit or hurt a woman or child, to deal with the initial responsibility you have not to do that and the knowledge you did do it, can be incredibly hard.

I was an abused kid.

Bullies generally were bullied and are hurting inside much more than you could ever imagine.

I think I wanted to write a book about the relationship between the victim and perpetrator in which the victim agrees to remain silent.

I got hit a lot. I'm glad I lived through it.

It takes one second to ruin a woman's life.