Yesterday evening, I was walking for the streets of Viterbo, when I saw a man yelling at a woman. They were distant from each other, and he was holding a bottle of beer. She was begging him to stop, indicating her home in the surroundings. He screamed at her: “You’re playing around with me!” and crashed the bottle on the ground.
She followed him unwilling. A man stopped to look at the scene, as I was. Then, when they began moving again, I followed them along an alley.
I was far behind them when I saw him hit her on…
Distrusting one's instincts in front of micro-aggressions is the first lesson society teaches as a girl and/or if you're a part of a minority.
One starts pretending jokes, stereotypical expressions, people calling one names, and unwanted demonstrations of desire don't touch one, although they for sure do. And the crazier side is that one feels weird for reacting like that while they get normalized.
Apart from my personal experience, that makes me think about my brother. He is gay, and he got "used" to friends and acquaintances using homophobic slang in front of him, not finding any problem in it, considered their 'open-mindedness'. His roommate even attempted to 'convert him' heterosexuality. He found it funny to make him touch boobs. And it's not just friends. He and his partner struggled to find an apartment to rent because the landlords didn't want a gay couple as tenants.
always produced a sicke…ery with a vague sense of threat. As a young woman on the receiving end of such unwanted attention, I never said anything about it, because I suspected that most people would consider such incidents minor inconveniences, even though these kinds of encounters always produced a sickening sensation in the pit of my stomach.
In the mainstream narrative migrants, fleeing their countries are portrayed as criminals. We generously welcome them to our civilized and democratic countries for them to commit crimes by us or they rob us of our jobs: that's generally the idea.
In the meantime, we have no scruples to go into their countries and strip them of all the precious natural resources and raw materials their countries are abundant in, from crude oil to the rainforest wood and lands. …
To reduce wages and maximize profits, employers want workers free to wander the world in search of work, but they want immigration kept illegal. That way, desperate people can come and work for poverty wages, and can then be deported if employe…
David Spero Rn
“Why do some grownups harm children?” — that’s the question I constantly asked my teachers at the primary school. I never received an answer.
These days I’m thinking a lot about my childhood and school experience, especially given the surge of child maltreatment reported by NGOs and government agencies worldwide, exacerbated by the school closures.
Teachers and school staff are a primary source of detection for child maltreatment, neglect, sexual abuse within a toxic family environment. …
My grandfather abused me when I was four years old. I have many trust issues with men, even with my father.
I've always misread his displays of affection.
I have a brother, too. I remember once, we were little and were showering together, I started to feel ashamed - like we were doing something wrong. This feeling has never faded away.
Since I was 18 and I started dating, I have been in three toxic relationships, and I experienced rape, sexual assault, and harassment. …
d I am ready to defend myself – ju…th a man I don’t know, my PTSD kicks into overdrive and I am ready to defend myself – just in case. When a relative – someone you’re meant to trust – lets you down and hurts you in an unimaginable way, you see everyone else in a different light. If you can’t trust your own relative, then who can you trust?
In Europe the mantra of right-wing politicians on migration fluxes from Africa has been: " We have no problem in welcoming asylum-seekers who flee from war, but most of the migrants that arrive on our shores don't come from war zones. They are traffickers and criminals. ".
While the left-wing politicians and the media fail to address migration as the climate-driven crisis that it is. The word climate refugee is still too little used and most of the Europeans don't figure out the interconnection between this humanitarian crisis and the climate emergency. So, the conspirancy theories are on the rise and the migrants become the scapegoat of a collapsing economic and social system based on the over-exploitation of finite resources.
I became aware of the human trafficking for the sex exploitation issue in Italy for the first time in 2015 when I moved to Bologna.
I rented an apartment close to Porta San Vitale with a balcony that looked over an alley where three Nigerian women stayed to meet their clients every night. On the other side of the main road, two Romanian women waited for clients to stop by with their car.
They were from 19 up to 40 years old. These women are a constant nightly presence on the ring road that surrounds the historic center of Bologna…
The food supply chain is among the more impactful sectors. The agri-sector is a great contributor to climate change, biodiversity loss, soil degradation, pollution, and resource depletion, besides child and slave labor. We usually undervalue the importance of our food choices as a driver of change.
Buying locally from a farmer's market is not always more sustainable. It depends on the farming and soil management practices a farmer adopts. But also on the food you choose. Some foods, like meat and dairy, have quite the same carbon footprint and high water requirements, both in conventional or organic production.
In terms of environmental impact, the soaps, foods, and tissues we use are all using resources, but some use them more responsibly than others.
Until August 2020, I had no guarantee things would turn for the best for my family and me.
There were only two possibilities for us after the COVID-19 outbreak struck Italy: to add ourselves to the other Italian households who live below the poverty line after losing their jobs or, on the contrary, to be among the privileged who reached financial stability — at least for a few years.
The odds seemed to be against us, but I was strangely confident everything was going to be well. So, I kept on carrying out my daily chores in the fields and…
When I was 4–5 years old, my grandfather abused me. I had no memory of it until I was 22, and I sought some answers in psychoanalytical therapy for other abuses I had been subject to by other men.
And I thought that’s it. Now maybe I will get free. But it didn’t happen.
I kept turning to the wrong men for the affection I was so desperate to receive so that I accumulated trauma over traumas. And my idea of men and the treatment they’ve always reserved me consolidated through time.
Maybe I was not worthy of being loved…
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