A little backstory.
I like to write from the promise in my life, from those jagged, rocky places where you come across reminders of God’s goodness, His grace. Places in the journey where He brings you comfort and peace in His everlasting word. I write in the hope of encouraging, maybe challenging my reader. I write to keep myself accountable and tuned in to that which I know is true.
Today, I write from a dark place. I open a door that common sense says is better left shut. I let words drip off my fingertips onto the keyboard that are oh, so hard. It’s time, though. When the Holy Spirit keeps you up long into the night, and He stirs such a fiery restlessness in your bones, it’s time. I have chosen to write from an intellectual and experiential place. Leaving my desire to insert God’s word in all my posts is difficult; however, not all readers will be able to get past their resistance to “religion” to join me in thinking….good old thinking, contemplating, considering. So, let’s hash out reason.
I am a fully-healed, yet ever-changed victim of childhood sexual abuse. Not once. Not twice. Repeated over the course of my 5th year of life. I’ve never written or spoken publicly of this because I want to honor my parents who did not know of it at the time. I waited years to tell them. So, please allow me to make this very clear, I was blessed with healthy men in my family who loved and nurtured me as God intended . I was the victim of an UNRELATED male offender. I’ve even worried about unintentionally implicating all the healthy men I grew up in close contact with. That’s a victim mentality, I challenge you to look for that in your own life or in the lives of ones you love. I challenge you because given the statistics,
1 in 4 girls and 1 in 6 boys will be sexually abused before they turn 18 years old (NSVRC),
many of you reading this have also been victimized. Here’s the deal though. You simply can not debate the gender-neutral bathroom push on only an intellectual level. There is an experiential component to this that, in the world of an abuse victim, supersedes legal arguments. That, my friends, is why I bare my soul.
Moving on to the issue at hand…
Venues of Vulnerability is a term I’ve given to a place or places where a predator can hang out to gain easy access to his or her prey. These avenues of assault are everywhere thanks in big part to social media. A venue of vulnerability can be a sleepover, a bar, a frat party, a bonfire, a car, a taxi, Facebook, Snap Chat, Twitter, Instagram…..etc. Now, it seems we want to add public restrooms and locker rooms to the predator’s playgrounds. Who gets to join me in the bathroom? Who gets to sit on the toilet next to me with large cracks in stall walls and doors while I am exposed and vulnerable? Worse yet, who gets to be there with my young ones?
Can we just lay down angry agendas and this crazy need to categorize ourselves so we can blow the stall door off the bathroom bills and expose the danger lurking under the guise of “freedoms”, “rights”, “sexual identity”? We can’t “vet” every man that walks in a woman’s bathroom. We can’t “vet” every woman who walks into a men’s room. No one is going to hire security guards for bathroom patrol. More and more innocent victims of sex trafficking are being enticed by other victims in venues of vulnerability. We have to close this loophole!
I am not scared of a transgender in my bathroom, but I’m terrified of the pretender!
All of us should be, no matter what our sexual identity is.
One of the sadly ironic things that we see often in our society is media-fueled, attention-seeking activist’s agendas to “further the cause” of a group who has decided their desires trump other’s rights which in the end, actually bring chaos and destruction to the very groups screaming for equality. I do not believe the greater LGTBQ community believes these are healthy legislations. How can they? Let’s look at how many of them have experiential knowledge of victimization:
Please, LGTBQ citizens, SPEAK against the machine driven to destroy you in the name of advancing you. Are you all okay with earning the right to use whatever gender-labeled bathroom you feel most comfortable with if that very privilege costs just one precious child their innocence? Many of you are parents. Are you comfortable with making your daughter available for the sexual predator to gaze upon in a restroom or locker room, perhaps see him performing a sex act on himself while he does so? Gross? You bet! She won’t unsee that, and she won’t unfeel the disgust that the sight of her incited that. If you feel squirmy reading it, I feel the same writing it. Folks, it is our reality. Are you really okay standing on the front line of pushy political preference when your freedom to use a certain restroom trumps religious freedoms of that of a Muslim woman who can’t even uncover her head, let alone share a bathroom with a man? How does it sync with the greater belief of the LGTB community that everyone is entitled to their rights, be it sexual, reproductive, or religious when I lose mine for you to gain yours? Private bathrooms? I’m all for it. I would prefer that to sharing any day, but we all know how quickly public facilities will be jumping to construct multiple private restrooms.
I truly hear the cry of the bullied. I just don’t know how a male child dressed in female clothes who insists on using the girl’s restroom or locker room will be any less exposed to suicide-inducing bullying. Can anyone answer that? Talk about a Venue of Vulnerability! Then, to add to the far over-reach of government; here in Michigan, we have a bill that would allow our children to use any name they choose, pick their sexual identity, and the parents will not be entitled to that knowledge. I was under the impression that our sophisticated society was working to create healthy families where children learned and thrived yet, our schools will help them harbor secrets from their parents encouraging the child to live further underground in their fear and shame. So, are we assured that suicide rates will drop when the district helps the child hide out? There is no prescription for how a family deals with finding out their child is gay. How dare a broken educational system dictate what the one-size fits all fix is and when that occurs. How dare the system want me involved in homework and academic performance yet my momma hands have to be off my child’s sexuality during formative years. No! Can anyone explain that?
One of the things that prompted me to write this now was a “lively” debate with a stranger on social media. She asked that I read an article titled: Who’s Afraid of Gender-Neutral Bathrooms? by Jeannie Suk for The New Yorker, published January 25, 2016. I read it. I laughed. Let me provide you a quote from the article:
“Perhaps the point is precisely that the public restroom is the only everyday social institution remaining in which separation by gender is the norm, and undoing that separation would f eel like the last shot in the “war on gender” itself.”
Seriously? She tied this to LGTBQ rights why?? I’m not sure gender-neutral bathroom proponents even know what they are fighting for! I’m positive they don’t want what they are going to get when these bills pass UNLESS they are just in it because they like a fight, a social cause. You might win the battle but lose the war at the cost of our innocents. I can’t even address my opinions on this nonsense because women’s rights and equality should include safety. The author refers to segregated bathrooms as being a “Victorian phenomenon”. Not in my 2016 world, so let’s get back to the real issue.
Every 107 seconds another American is sexually assaulted. Every 107 seconds! (RAINN).
In an article written by Emily Thomas by the Huffington Post in November of 2013, she cited a report from the National Research Council. Within the pages of stats compiled in the book Estimating the Incidence of Rape and Sexual Assault was this statement.
“Rape and sexual assault are among the most injurious crimes a person can inflict on another. The effects are devastating, extending beyond the initial victimization to consequences such as unwanted pregnancy, sexually transmitted infections, sleep and eating disorders, and other emotional and physical problems. Understanding the frequency and context under which rape and sexual assault are committed is vital in directing resources for law enforcement and support for victims. These data can influence public health and mental health policies and help identify interventions that will reduce the risk of future attacks. Sadly, accurate information about the extent of sexual assault and rape is difficult to obtain because most of these crimes go unreported to police.”
Sadly, we will never know the real statistics on rape and assault because it’s estimated that only 12% of child sexual abuse is reported to the authorities. Combine that with rape being the most under-reported crime; 63% of sexual assaults are not reported to police (NSVRC), this is not the time to provide Venues of Vulnerability.
How do I end what is an emotionally-charged piece? Experientially. Maybe with a request. At age 5, I did not know how to keep myself safe, and it would not have mattered if I did. I get we can’t stop all victimization, but all of childhood and some of my adult life was lived under the shadow of fear, mistrust, vulnerability and shame, acutely aware that this world was so unsafe. It has been through God’s grace and freedom that I am that “fully-healed, yet ever changed” woman. While I am thankful that my abuse has been redeemed and has provided me with great understanding and insight, I will lift my voice in a cry of warning and plead with my fellow citizens to shut down this Venue of Vulnerability. If my words can save just one child, one adolescent, one adult from living under the shadow, then let it be.