I went to my men's survivor group this evening where another guy started talking about his anger toward his perp. All of a sudden I started feeling anger too, an anger I haven't felt since the abuse was still happening. It was such a strong feeling that my cheeks flushed. I started remembering things from when I was a kid like him holding me and kissing me while we were both naked, the grossness of him pressing his old and hairy body against mine, all while my anger brewed, a murderous anger at him for what he was doing to me but also anger at myself for not being able to stop him from doing it since I just stood there frozen while he did these things to me for his own perverse sexual pleasure. I still live with all this anger that was never resolved. I just disconnected from it and stuffed it to the point I'd forgotten about it for so long.
Love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. And we’ll change the world.