“This was in a public restroom I saw. I went in a few weeks earlier & at the time, there was only the first woman’s question on the door. The survivor’s anonymous yet public search for help & answers unsettled me, & I thought about it constantly for days. Finally, I decided I had to go back to that restroom, to that stall, just to make sure she was okay. I know, I know; it sounds crazy. But a part of me had to know that this woman, this anonymous survivor of whose identity I had no clue, was getting the help she deserved.
In just 2 weeks, this is the outpouring of anonymous love she’s received.
It does my heart so much good to see an organic uprising of support for rape/sexual assault survivors. So to you, Anonymous, know that even though we’ll probably never figure out who you are, we send our love to you. Please know that the words on this bathroom door are true as true can be. We don’t know you, but we love you & we will always, ALWAYS be watching out for you.”
Sometimes, all you need to do, to receive the assistance, is simply just ASK for it…
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Beautiful examples of anonymous kindness… Heart melting. xo G
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Sexual abuse and rape are both topics that have been discussed on this blog. No matter how many times we are told, “You are not alone,” or “Ask for help,” or “Tell someone,” shame and fear often put a stranglehold on us, hence, hindering our recovery and ultimate healing. If there were ever proof that victims of sexual abuse do not walk the road of recovery alone, this is it. Ask for help. Tell someone. You are not alone.