A Victim, a Survivor, a Human
As someone who has experienced sexual assault, a well-intentioned phrase people like to tell me is that I’m not a victim, I’m a survivor. But the truth of the matter is, I am both things.
A Victim
No one can tell me I wasn’t victimized when I was preyed on by a college student in middle school. No one can tell me I wasn’t victimized when someone I thought was a friend violated me in one of the most horrific ways. And no one can tell me I wasn’t victimized when an almost stranger used alcohol as a date-rape drug.
I am a victim of sexual assault.
I am a statistic.
I am one out of six.
A Survivor
Despite being undeniably victimized, I also undeniably survived it. I survived the assaults, and I survived the nightmares, the flashbacks, the therapy sessions, the fear, and the anxiety. I survived and will continue to survive.
I will persist despite the struggles I face as a survivor.
I have used my experiences and my pain as learning experiences. I no longer accept abuse as love, despite growing up in a home where abuse as love was the only example to look to.
And I still choose to love, despite my fear.
I am a survivor.
A Human
But I am more than a victim. I am more than a survivor. I am more than a statistic.
I am a human. I have my struggles; I have my fears; I have my strengths; I have my weaknesses.
I love music and movies and art and I love expressing my thoughts into words and I love cats and I love coffee and I love traveling and exploring the world and I love people despite the ways I have been hurt by fellow humans. I believe people are good and I believe I can make the world a better place even if it’s just for one person, or even if just for my cat.
Who I am is not what I’ve been through, though it will be a part of me for the rest of my life.
To some, maybe being called a survivor is empowering. To me, the choice of how to tell my story is more empowering.
My story is mine to tell. And your story is yours. Own it.






