I hate Sexual Assault Awareness Month.
It's another reason for people to pity me, to offer me what they think is help and support but is really just nosy bullshit because they want drama.
It's another month where I have to face the fact that I was sexually assaulted and it has forever changed me.
It's another month where, every day, some flyer is posted in the bathroom about who to call if you are assaulted, or what movie to see, or what group to join to help make yourself safer.
Listen, people. Good and hard.
Don't ever ask me to explain myself or my experience to you. I would rather knock your teeth out with my left hook.
Fuck off, mind your own business.
I hate April.
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