sea of red, sky of green
Dec. 14th, 2006 12:39 amI found a discussion board where you get paid to post. No shit. My theory is that they are trying to build up a big user base, get all sect-zie like LJ and then start charging people to join.
Dude, it's painful in there.
Anyway I responded to a post today that has kinda got me freaked out. Some mother was talking about how she was reading her 15 year-old daughter's dairy. "As any good mother would". And discovered that her daughter had been raped. And was afraid to tell her parents. The mother posted asking for advice on how to approach the daughter, given that bringing the subject up would be an admission that she was snooping.
Holy fuck.
My response was to ask if the girl had a trusted adult in her life - a teacher perhaps, an adult relative, a friend of the family - who could be asked to check in on the teenager in case she felt comfortable opening up. And to say as pointedly as I could, "And forget any chance that it might be you, because you've already blown that part of your relationship by reading her diary."
But what really floored me was the 5 pages of response saying, "Thank god you were reading her diary so you can force her to admit what happened to her and make her go get help."
Because you know, nothing scrubs out the sour shit taste of violation quite like another, even more intimate, violation.
Jesus.
I live in a very different world. Today, this is not a bad thing.
Dude, it's painful in there.
Anyway I responded to a post today that has kinda got me freaked out. Some mother was talking about how she was reading her 15 year-old daughter's dairy. "As any good mother would". And discovered that her daughter had been raped. And was afraid to tell her parents. The mother posted asking for advice on how to approach the daughter, given that bringing the subject up would be an admission that she was snooping.
Holy fuck.
My response was to ask if the girl had a trusted adult in her life - a teacher perhaps, an adult relative, a friend of the family - who could be asked to check in on the teenager in case she felt comfortable opening up. And to say as pointedly as I could, "And forget any chance that it might be you, because you've already blown that part of your relationship by reading her diary."
But what really floored me was the 5 pages of response saying, "Thank god you were reading her diary so you can force her to admit what happened to her and make her go get help."
Because you know, nothing scrubs out the sour shit taste of violation quite like another, even more intimate, violation.
Jesus.
I live in a very different world. Today, this is not a bad thing.