The election is FINALLY over. I’ve kept my political opinions mostly off the blog during this mess, but now as we move forward I feel like I actually have a shareable opinion.
The short version is this:
The entire planet is angry at America right now. We’ve either done something extraordinary, or something really stupid.
My more in depth feelings are much more complicated. I love each of my friends dearly, and understand their political choices. As some one who suffers from a mental illness in part due to surviving rape, and other sexual crimes I’m hurt. I’m confused, I’m a little bit scared, and I feel very much betrayed and abandon. Most of my immediate family voted for Trump. My family. Like all of the things I fight against daily, simply don’t matter.
I understand why they made their choice. I wouldn’t support Clinton either after the stunts she’s pulled and gotten away with. In reality both candidates were horrible choices, but Trump stands against nearly everything that I am. It’s not a matter of political views, it is literally who I am. I’m a woman, I’m a rape survivor who has PTSD. I’m tirelessly fighting for awareness on all of those issues everyday here. Literally. Every. Day. I had a snowball’s chance in hell to see justice for the crimes against me from the beginning, but now…?
I will say my fears and struggles are difficult, but I can hide in Trumps America fairly easily. I’m white, and a married heterosexual. I can stop going to therapy and delete the blog, fading into the background. My LGBT friends and family, my interracial friends and family, my international friends and family don’t have that luxury. In fact, many of them will be targeted immediately based entirely on looks, the color of their skin, the way they present themselves, or their religion.
I find it hard to believe that the family members who supported Trump didn’t understand that before they went to the polls. Apparently they along with the rest of the country didn’t understand that, or simply didn’t care. I’m hoping it was the first option.
That being said, while the next four years are an uncertain time for the USA today the political ads and attacks are over. I will take that small reprieve, along with the upcoming holidays to celebrate the good things in life. When/if the bad things happen I’ll address them. I’m not going to let a cloud of anxiety destroy what little freedom and happiness I have left.