So I met up with a good friend of mine today. She's just decided to take the hijab off after being heckled for being a western Muslim. Additionally, she was told by a certain group of guys that she should 'stop being progressive and be a good wife, settle down and start having kids.'
Finally, she had been disowned by her family for becoming muslim in the first place... which prompted her to tell me and my other good friend about how her life had gone; that is:
Grew up in the outback, had major issues growing up, was sexually abused by friend of family, became depressed and anorexic and suicidal, attempted it, found religion.
Prompted other friend to say that:
Grew up in the city, major issues growing up, was sexually abused by a neighbour (oddly enough, a 16 year old girl was the perpetrator), became depressed and anorexic and suicidal, attempted it, found religion.
Which made me remember a memory I had repressed, and prompted me to tell them my life too.
Grew up in the city, major issues growing up, was sexually abused by students at high school (in year eight, I was frequently forced to grope the various thug's crotches for a laugh, if I refused, I was beaten and thrown against the lockers), became depressed and suicidal, attempted it, found religion and lost it shortly afterwards.
What the fuck is wrong with the world where three people have to go through practically the exact same traumatic things in life?
So fucking angry, but it makes me feel for my friends all the more. I would be happy to live with these two for the rest of my life if only to support each other.