Hopecore! 💓

Say it with me now:

You owe your employer NOTHING.

How Abusive Workplaces Mirror Abusive Relationships 

Therapist: How's work going?

Me:

“I'ma keep running 'cause a winner don't quit on themselves.”

To train - not in vain! (Winston, your art is sublime!!)

Aftermetoo

Training

Aftermetoo partnered with the Centre for Research and Education on Violence Against Women and Children (CREVAWC) at Western University on th

Train in vain, O. Winston

To Anyone Who’s Still Carrying It

You don’t get over it in a straight line. You just don’t. And anyone who tells you different hasn’t been through it or hasn’t faced it yet.

Harassment doesn’t always leave bruises you can point to. It gets under the skin in quieter ways. It makes you second-guess what you heard, how you felt, what you wore, what you said. It can turn a job into a minefield and your own instincts into something you stop trusting.

And it doesn’t end the day you leave the job, or file the report, or speak the truth out loud. Sometimes it lingers. In your body. In your sleep. In how you walk into new rooms.

But here’s what I know: healing doesn’t have to look heroic. It’s not always confrontation or closure. Sometimes it’s just getting through the day without that weight taking over. Sometimes it’s finding one person who listens. Sometimes it’s deciding to stay. Or leave. Or try again.

Whatever it looks like --- that’s valid. You’re allowed to move forward without explaining why it hurt or proving that it did.

It was real. You’re not imagining it. And you are absolutely not alone.

Surviving harassment doesn’t mean it didn’t affect you. Being strong doesn’t make it okay. You shouldn’t have had to be.

HR calmly studying "the policy"...

Me (the cat) making sense of what happened

Notice me (fraidy cat) still perched on the company's shoulders

(I need money to be fed)

((ugh / rearr))

Clémentine Dondey (French, Unknown Birth Date, c. Early 19th Century) - A Soothsayer studying a Book of Necromancy, 1847, Paintings: Oil on Canvas

You don’t owe anyone a perfect story.

Maybe you forgot the exact date. Maybe your memory skips or rewinds. Maybe you didn’t document it. Maybe you didn’t tell anyone right away. Maybe you still don’t know what words to use.

That doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. That doesn’t mean you’re lying. That doesn’t mean your story doesn’t count.

What happened is real. Even if it’s messy. Especially if it’s messy.

Hi, I just wanted to say this blog has helped me a lot with understanding and healing from being harassed at work. I hope you have a lovely weekend <3

Thank you, what a pleasure to hear! Made my weekend, in fact. Have a great weekend yourself.