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I wasn't going to say anything about this post, because everybody else is linking to it and more eloquently than I can. I'm one of the three as opposed to the one out of four, as it were, so I've never felt that anything I could say about the subject is very useful; I have no advice, no inspiring story. But I've always been the girl who gets mad, and so that's what I can do here. Because I've seen some people say that they don't like the "meme", that they wish it would just...go away.

And that has to be the most horrifying and frightening response that I can think of; not the kneejerk idiocy of the trolls (because there will always, *always* be jackasses who think they're being edgy by being mentally repulsive), but these bland sort of expressions of discomfort, these "that's not nice dinner conversation, dear" mumblings. The stories about families who disown people who've been molested or assaulted are terrible, of course, but it's the families who shrug off and ignore these things that chill my blood.

Maybe I'm saying this because my family does this, the whole dance of pretending that bad things aren't there because talking about them is awkward. My mother told me once about a family friend's confessions that her grandfather had raped her, and my mom laughed nervously through the whole thing. Maybe my mother's like this because she went through something as a girl; I don't know. I don't think she would tell me if she had.

Anyway. After reading a remark from somebody who wanted the whole thing to "go away", I read every one of those comments in misia's post from beginning to end because I was so angry. The worst thing to do is look away and pretend it isn't happening and I'm not seeing people who I *know* telling their stories; maybe someday I'll be able to offer comfort to my own loved ones who've survived abuse without choking on my awkwardness and rage, and my need to keep silent.