I don't know how to talk about how it feels to wake up and go to sleep every day, knowing that nobody is going to help me, that nobody is going to tell the truth so that my horrifying isolation and degradation can begin to end.
Sometimes I think people might, and I'll spend a few days or a few weeks feeling optimistic, and then they don't.
And every day, the bullying, the victim-blaming, the casual humiliations, the disgusting jokes, they all continue, while menopause hurtles toward me and every last thing I ever hoped for falls away as unattainable only because of sheer malice from people who enjoy my helplessness.
Everyone from the Obama administration has had almost 4 years since leaving office to do something about the voyeurism. It's not as if everyone in that administration didn't know about it; everyone did.