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Kelly Sundberg: When You Blame Amber Heard, You Blame Me Too

Bearing witness to the abusive relationships of others

I am haunted by the photograph of Amber Heard sobbing in her car after leaving the courtroom where she was granted a restraining order against Johnny Depp. I see her hand in front of her open mouth, eyes squinted shut, cheeks shiny. She appears to be gasping. In the past week, the vision of Heard’s face has accompanied me through everything I have done. The photo hurts. I have cried those same tears.

I believe Heard. Her story is too familiar for me not to. I was not married to a celebrity, nor was I a supermodel. My abuser and I were decidedly average. Still, like Depp, my abuser was beloved by nearly everyone who knew him. My abuser was a man who was regarded as kind and gentle, who was always willing to help those in need, who listened more than he talked, who offered hugs freely, and who knew how to make everyone around him feel special.

None of those characteristics kept him from hitting me, but they did keep other people from believing me.

In many ways, my abuser was more likable than I was, so when he was arrested for domestic battery, it was a shock to those who knew us both. I had carefully protected him—not out of some kind of ulterior motive, but out of love. Hope was a drug that kept me tethered to the man who hurt me. Hope was a drug that was hard to kick. I imagined that the moment that Heard was granted that restraining order, she had to give up hope that she could be with the man she loved.

This is why it is so difficult for me to observe the way the media and the American public are talking about Heard. Many of the things that have been said about her were also said about me. I am part of a community of survivors, and we are hurting. The things we are hearing—that she is manipulative and opportunistic, that she didn’t get along with his family, that she was the abusive one—hurt us because we have already heard it. We heard the same stuff when we left our own abusers. The narrative remains unchanged.

Time passes, wounds heal, and people move on, but some things never stop hurting. For me, and so many other survivors, being blamed for our abuse will never stop hurting.

I could list the other ways that my story resembles Heard’s. That, although my abuser was arrested, I did not want to press charges. That I was more interested in protecting him and our privacy than I was in protecting myself. That the police did not look for injuries when they first arrived at my home. That the police failed to recognize the extent of my suffering. That, although the police did eventually discover my injuries and had to arrest him, I never felt that they had any protective motivations. That there were far more incidents in the history of my marriage where the injuries were not visible. That bruises, so often, do not materialize until the next day. That the moment I left my abuser was not triumphant; rather, it was a moment of face contorting tears. That I, too, smiled in the days after I left, but not because I was happy. I smiled because, by then, I knew how to smile through suffering.

There are many other resemblances that I could list, but I am no longer interested in asserting my legitimacy as a victim. Instead, I am interested in asserting my value as a human who deserves to believed, in asserting the value of all of us—the quarter of all women in the United States—who have experienced domestic violence.

There is a scene in the movie Room where the grandfather keeps his head turned away from his grandson. The grandfather cannot bear to look; he squints his eyes shut, so that he does not have to be a witness to that pain. The grandfather’s refusal to look is an act of cowardice. In order to bear witness, we must look. Bearing witness means acknowledging what has happened, that it is unequivocally wrong, and that it was not the victim’s fault. Bearing witness hurts, but is necessary. It is necessary for Heard, it is necessary for me, and it is necessary for the millions of other survivors of domestic violence in our country. We need you to open your eyes. We need you to look at us. I tell myself that, when you see us, things will change. I tell myself that, when you see us, you’ll finally believe us.

Leonard Foujita, 1940

Launch of the IXPE Observatory : Birds don’t fly this high. Airplanes don’t go this fast. The Statue of Liberty weighs less. No species other than human can even comprehend what is going on, nor could any human just a millennium ago. The launch of a rocket bound for space is an event that inspires awe and challenges description. Pictured here, a SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket lifted off from Kennedy Space Center, Florida earlier this month carrying the Imaging X-ray Polarimetry Explorer (IXPE). IXPE is scheduled to observe high-energy objects such as neutron stars, black holes, and the centers of distant galaxies to better determine the physics and geometries that create and control them. From a standing start, the 300,000+ kilogram rocket ship lifted IXPE up to circle the Earth, where the outside air is too thin to breathe. Rockets bound for space are now launched from somewhere on Earth every few days. via NASA

Arts & architecture, Hassan Ragab

I couldn't help myself... :'D

cant send images because im on desktop but id like you to look at my cat, Justin Bieber, who is half bald due to allergies (hes being treated and is a lot better now)

it’s okay, you can laugh

https://kabber.tumblr.com/post/686440024901861376/hey-look-at-this-picture-of-my-cat

A Retreating Thunderstorm at Sunset : What type of cloud is that? This retreating cumulonimbus cloud, more commonly called a thundercloud, is somewhat unusual as it contains the unusual bumpiness of a mammatus cloud on the near end, while simultaneously producing falling rain on the far end. Taken in mid-2013 in southern Alberta, Canada, the cloud is moving to the east, into the distance, as the sun sets in the west, behind the camera. In the featured image, graphic sunset colors cross the sky to give the already photogenic cloud striking orange and pink hues. A darkening blue sky covers the background. Further in the distance, a rising, waxing, gibbous moon is visible on the far right. via NASA

Youth fascination with technology

Sex is consensual, coercion -even if it includes money transactions- into it is not consent, you are not defending a "women will have sex w/ shitty men anyways so why don't we let them take the money" point of view, you are, I hope unintentionally, defending that "woman will be raped by men anyways so why don't we let them take the money ".

First putting on a man's mind the idea that they can get women by paying for them, in a world where we all NEED money to stay alive, where poor women are the most oppressed group of people (and not surprisingly the most trafficked too) it's to put the idea in men's mind that some ways of coercion into "sex" is allowed (because legally that's the result), you are putting on men's mind the idea that some rape is ok, when is not, and never will.

Secondly, rape culture needs to be ended, not sugarcoated into leaving men without guilt.

Also it's not about denying the right to live their sexuality to women, it's about stopping men from thinking that with certain amount of money, or power, or influence some crimes are ok.

If you’re against sex work then you should feel just as strongly about abolishing the institution of marriage! Fight me!

You know the problem with reading a book? You get hooked and then it ends and you feel sad

Kyle saying OMG passive aggressively for 16 seconds straight

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Haven't seen these yet

These delight me. WeightWatchers can get absolutely fucked.

We need to bring back private rail cars as the cool, sexy, exclusive way to travel, so instead of dumping the carbon budget of a small nation in the global south on private jets, celebrities have to attach their luxury pull an cars to the back of an Amtrak. Then the celebrities will lobby for Amtrak lines to be better

Seriously when did this

Become sexier than this

Like isn't it nice to watch the scenery, to be able to open a window and have fresh air, to be able to stand up all the way, not have your ears pop?

MACS0647 by James Webb Space Telescope

Peine Et Prieres Couv - Remton

Our Solar System is shaped like a giant Shrimp. 🦐(Or croissant? 🥐)

Our Sun produces powerful solar winds that wrap around the planets in our Solar System like a giant bubble. This magnetic bubble, called the Heliosphere, protects the planets from harmful cosmic radiation emitted by powerful cosmic events such as Supernovas.✨🌞

“This is for the girls and the gays!!!” (It is the worst piece of media you have ever seen in your life)

people in their 20s are always reblogging posts about being in their 20s

not joking not being serious but a secret third thing

the whole "adding 'white women' to excuse my sexism" narrative was a win for patriarchy and set you and all the female back way more than a decade

the whole “you only hate it cuz teen girls like it” narrative was a win for white feminism and set us back a decade

one thing about me is that i will buy a beverage

amen