Why Our Stories MatterPin
|

Why Our Stories Matter

Because you never know who will read it, and see themselves in it:

After suffering abuse by her national ski coach, Geneviève Simard read a book that changed her life.

Before her abuser ever set foot in a courtroom, when she felt alone, Simard read a book, Why I Didn’t Say Anything. It was by Sheldon Kennedy, a professional hockey player who spoke out as an adult about being abused by his coach when he was a teen in the minors.

 

This news story provides a clear example of someone who found their voice by realizing they are not alone and that others have been in similar situations. I’ve stood on my soapbox many times around here saying this, but this also adds another example of how survivors can’t always tell their stories. I’ve discussed at length the challenges faced by individuals who are not ready for their stories to be shared publicly, but in this case, we had someone who didn’t realize she could tell her own story, finding the strength to do so because someone else was willing to share theirs.

No matter why survivors are not telling their stories, they will not find their way to it if they don’t see examples. It’s on all of us to provide those, whether you have a platform as a former NHL player, as Sheldon does, or share your story with a small audience of family and friends. It all matters because, as I’ve also been on my soapbox plenty of times, it’s almost mathematically impossible that you don’t know any survivors of abuse.  

How about another example? Last night, I happened to have Tweetdeck open when I got a new follower notification. That person had also just tweeted that she was looking for other survivors to connect with because she felt very alone. When I saw that, I immediately thought, “Nope, let’s show her she’s not alone”. I retweeted her message and asked the larger community to let her know that she was, in fact, not alone. Within a few minutes, there were a handful of responses and information about Twitter chats for survivors that she might be interested in. The people on social media who are willing to be open and honest about their pasts provide an excellent way to disprove the notion that we are alone as survivors. We most certainly were not last night.

So please, even if you don’t want to share your story yet, you never know who you might help by spreading the word about others who do. It helps to know that we are not alone.

Similar Posts

  • |

    Trust Issues

    I was having a conversation recently about relationships with someone who travels as part of their job, like I do. One of the big things that we agreed upon is that being in a relationship with someone who you will wind up spending a lot of time apart from, requires more trust than many people…

  • What Are We Unlearning from Childhood Anyway?

    These all ring so true to either my own experience or the experiences of other survivors I have known through the years. One of the biggest hurdles we have to clear before we can really even begin to have a semi-normal adult life is believing that the way we grew up is the way all relationships work. Even all these years later, I still have to remind myself that what I do is good enough, at home and at work. Or that it’s OK to emotionally connect with new people. It’s really difficult to unlearn those lessons from childhood, and yet it’s so freeing to realize that what happened to us, wasn’t because any of these were true. What happened to us was the result of someone else’s actions that are completely unrelated to who we are, or what we deserved.

  • Links

    Dan was kind enough to leave me a comment with both a pointer to his blog about being a male survivor of childhood sexual abuse, and also a pointer to malesurvivor.org. His blog is intensely personal and quite moving, while the other site is a very useful resource for male survivors.

  • Happy memories

    I was reminded yesterday that, despite everything that went on in my childhood with the abuse, the lack of self-exteem, the depression, etc. there were actually some happy times. We went to see Miracle yesterday, the movie about the 1980 Olympic hockey team. I was 11 years old when those games were played, and I…

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

To respond on your own website, enter the URL of your response which should contain a link to this post's permalink URL. Your response will then appear (possibly after moderation) on this page. Want to update or remove your response? Update or delete your post and re-enter your post's URL again. (Find out more about Webmentions.)