12 4 / 2013
Well the final Clothesline Project event was today, believe it or not. It was the celebration at my internship. We hung the shirts, had everyone go around and explain theirs, and had a few people read empowering poems aloud to the group. It was so cool to see all the ladies’ hard work and creativity and to hear them open up about their experiences. And after the readings we had cheesecake :)
Here’s what some of the shirts said:
-Love n’ Paz, Stop the Violence
-I feel safe at (the name of women’s shelter)
-Feel Free, Break Chain, Stop HIding
-Peace, Let Love In
-I’m a survivor of incest, sexual abuse, and battery. I am strong & beautiful.
-Be Fearless. Domestic Violence is a crime. Get help please.
-Speak out for what you believe in
-Stop violence, enough is enough
03 4 / 2013
Clothesline Project - undergrad edition went well. We got about 20 t-shirts total. Mine said:
“To the Steubenville survivor: THANK YOU for having the courage to speak out”
And “speak out” was written in a little megaphone. That was me trying to be clever…
17 7 / 2012
I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.
I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.
Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: ‘Are you ready to leave him?’ When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.
When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name ‘Nora’. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.
And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.
I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.
I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do."
24 5 / 2012