It is time to reclaim the word target, writes Danielle Campoamor.
I sat for a kitchen area stool, shivering, while a tired, nearly frustrated police haphazardly squeezed along side it switch of their handheld radio perched atop their neck. “The victim is really a 25-year-old feminine, brown locks, brown eyes, more or less 5’6’’, 120 pounds. Somewhat intoxicated, complaining of upper body, wrist, and inner thigh discomfort. Feasible intimate attack. ” Your message “victim” had been suspended into the area as i came to terms with what had happened just 30 minutes prior, in a bedroom directly above where I sat: I was raped between us, heavy and thick and threatening to suffocate me. Continue reading “I am perhaps Not A sexual assault “survivor”—I am A victim”