Courage; it is such weird thing. It is there one minute and gone the next. Within an instant you can go from feeling ready to conquer the world to feeling unsure about conquering even the smallest of tasks. Continue reading
When I was sixteen years old, I witnessed a sexual assault and a year later I had to go to court to testify against the three men that were being charged.
Going to court was the most intimidated experience of my whole life! It was a tiny little courtroom, and the witness box was barely big enough for my chair. Seventeen-year-old Christa sat fifteen feet in front of the defence team, I had to look at the three people that scared me most in the world, and tell the court what I saw and heard.
The whole event is one of the most impactful moments of my life. Not a week goes by that I don’t think about some aspect of what happened, but there is one moment in particular that I replay in my mind over, and over, and over again.
One of the lawyers asked if I thought that it was a sexual assault or not and I answered: “I don’t know. I have gone over this in my head a million times, and I don’t know.” This is the moment that I can’t let go of.
If I were given the power to change anything in my life, it would be that moment.
I wish I could go back and stand up and scream: “HELL YES IT IS SEXUAL ASSAULT! I would never want that to happen to me, and I am sure that you wouldn’t want that to happen to you, or your daughter, or your mother, or your sister!” …But I didn’t say that, I said I didn’t know… And I beat myself up for that.
The statistics of the number of people who are accused of sexual assault and are not charged are haunting! And I hate that (in a very small way) I contributed to those statistics….
But I have to forgive 17 year old Christa; I have to accept that what happened has happened, and it has shaped who I am. I have to accept that at that time I didn’t know. I have to accept that I was uneducated and unaware, and didn’t know any better.
What I have a hard time accepting is that at the age of 17 I should have known. I should’ve known about sexuality, about healthy sexual relationships, and about consent… But I didn’t know because I was never taught! I was just thrown into the middle of a sex filled world and had to figure it out!
In school they teach that “abstinence is key!” and “abstinence is the only 100% effective birth control!” and “abstinence is the only way to stay 100% safe from STIs!”… And then they kind of whisper, “but if you are going to have sex, be safe.” The only consent that they teach you is to not feel pressured by your boyfriend… But what does consent really mean? How do we apply that to real life situations?! We never learned anything about that!
Why did I graduate high school being able to draw a diagram of the DNA replication process, but I did not understand consent or healthy sexual relationships? One seems vastly more important and more useful than the other.
Since that event, or maybe because of it, I have educated myself and have become a proud feminist!
Everyone needs to understand sexuality and consent. They need to understand that it is their choice to be sexually active or not. No matter what their decision is embrace it and love it, and accept other people for their decision!
All I am asking is to please, please, PLEASE educate yourself, and educate those around you. Please love yourself and love your sexuality. Please respect everyone’s decisions around consent and sexuality (or really anything) and don’t pressure anyone to do anything that they don’t want to do. Please stand up for things that you feel passionate about. Please don’t be afraid to stop things that you feel uncomfortable with. Please don’t blame the victims of sexual assault, the only person at fault is the abuser. No one deserves to be abused!
It is one of my biggest fears to sit down on the subway and look up and see one of those men sitting across from me. I often imagine what I would do or say to them if I were to ever run into them. Would I do nothing, paralyzed by disbelief? Would I get up and change seats? Would I tell them that I don’t know how they live with themselves? Would I tell them that I forgive them?
I have to trust that something positive has come out of this negative situation. I have to look at everything as a growing and learning experience. Maybe if it weren’t for that event I wouldn’t be as passionate as I am now, maybe I wouldn’t stand up for women the way I do now, maybe I wouldn’t be the proud feminist that I am now.
I have to pray for the girl would was abused. My heart goes out to her, and I would give anything to take away her pain and her hurt, and allow her to forget and move on. I hope she has overcome it, and is stronger from it. I hope that those men understand that what they did was wrong and have asked for forgiveness. I hope that they have learned from what they have done and have grown as human beings.
There are amazing resources to learn more about sexuality and consent.
Emmeline May wrote an amazing article on consent. Everyone should read it! Her brilliant comparison of consent and tea makes it easy for anyone and everyone to understand consent and how to apply to every situation!
Jackson Katz has an amazing TEDtalk explaining how feminism is a man’s issue.
Laci Green has amazing YouTube videos about consent and sexuality. Check out her channel.
And if you are confused or questioning anything…. GOOGLE IT! Question, research, and educate yourself.
In grade-nine gym class, girls are taught self-defense while the boys play dodge ball… Why are we teaching our girls how to defend themselves against attacks… why are we not teaching our boys not attack girls?! And boys get sexually assaulted as well…
Boys who think it is fun to cat call girls or slap their bums in bar, it is NOT a compliment, IT IS SEXUAL ASSAULT, and should not be tolerated! Stand up for yourself and stand up for others!
And finally, I need to get this off my chest: I am sorry. I am sorry I didn’t know any better. I am sorry I didn’t do anything to help you. I am sorry that I wasn’t a better witness. I am sorry. I hope that I can be forgiven, and I hope I can forgive myself.
In October I wrote a blog called “Do What You Love and Do It Often”. I talked about my fear of being on the wrong path. I was scared that I wasn’t seizing the right opportunities or making the right decisions. I was terrified that I was going to end up in the wrong place. While writing that blog I had this revelation…. Continue reading
Two months ago I was in a completely different place. I wrote a pretty dark blog, and had some very dark thoughts. I couldn’t see the positives in my life; I couldn’t see the happiness! Getting out of bed seemed like the most difficult thing in the world and it took all my power to sit through a three-hour lecture without crying. I was suffering with the most intense anxiety that I have ever faced. I was so disappointed in my past and I was terrified of my future. I felt stuck. I was not sure what to do next, and not sure I was capable of handling the rest of my life. I found myself not being able to filter thoughts, or formulate sentences. I pulled back from the people who love me and shed many tears. ‘To Be Honest…’ was the culmination of all of those feelings, and all those fears all piled into one, very dark blog.
After that blog I made a conscious choice to not let that negativity be my reality. I turned it all around! I started to see the sun shine, hear the birds chirp, and was back to being myself. I felt complete again. I am not going to lie, since that turn-around I have had slips and have fallen back to that dark place, but luckily (with a lot of help and love) I didn’t stay there long. Continue reading
I feel like we all bury our insecurities under layers of smiles and tons of work… Well I know I do!
It’s similar to when you know there is mouldy food in the back of your fridge, yet you pile in the new food because you don’t feel ready to deal with the mouldy stuff just yet. Putting fresh food in the fridge doesn’t make the old stuff go away, it just makes the fridge look a little bit better at a first glance. When you finally work up the courage to peak behind the veneer of fresh food, it isn’t terribly overwhelming as you knew it was there, but actually taking it out of the fridge and dealing with it, is a whole different experience. Continue reading
You are so young, and can’t quite grasp the vastness of the world or why things turn out the way they do. Looking to the future scares you. You are terrified of the big decisions that need to be made, the heartbreak and the sadness that will creep into your life, and the amount of hard work that lies ahead of you. But I am here to tell you that it is all going to be okay! In fact, it will be perfect! There are mountains of happiness and joy that await you. You will accomplish more than what you think is possible! Continue reading
In an effort to regain positivity in my life, here is a list of 25 things that I am grateful for.
- I am grateful that I have a roof over my head and food on my plate.
- I am grateful for my parents. For every encouraging text message or phone call and for every time they tell me that they love me.
- I am grateful for my family (both immediate and extended). Knowing that I have a support system that will be there whenever I need it is an incredible feeling.
- I am grateful for all my friends, as they help lift my spirit and inspire me everyday.
- I am grateful that I wake up and go to sleep everyday looking at the Toronto skyline.
- I am grateful for the comfy-ness of my bed and my gazillion pillows.
- I am grateful that I coach the most supporting and hardworking swimmers on the planet.
- I am grateful for my synchro coaches, both past and present.
- I am grateful for every single person that reads my blogs.
- I am grateful for Ryerson; all the amazing students and faculty.
- I am grateful for the time I get to spend doing crafts.
- I am grateful for all of my childhood memories.
- I am grateful for the way the sun shines in my window.
- I am grateful for blue skies and chirping birds.
- I am grateful for the way my candles glow on my cactus and aloe plant.
- I am grateful for having a good swim at Wednesday night practice.
- I am grateful that I was able to do a headstand yesterday.
- I am grateful all the amazing writers in the world and all the amazing books.
- I am grateful that it is still light outside at 6:00pm.
- I am grateful for all of the trips I have gone on.
- I am grateful for warm socks and cozy blankets.
- I am grateful for winter, because it lets us experience spring and fall.
- I am grateful that I am Canadian.
- I am grateful for every hug that I have ever received.
- I am grateful for everything, and everyone that makes me smile.
I am freaking out; I have turmoil in my heart and anxiousness in my soul. I feel terribly overwhelmed and discouraged. For the past week one word has been ringing through my head over, and over again, “Failure! Failure! Failure!” Everywhere I look I see amazing people doing amazing things. I see people changing history and making a difference in the world… And then here I am. I am working so hard, feeling so stressed and so overwhelmed and yet, I am just scraping by. I feel like I am running on a treadmill- working so hard and going nowhere, accomplishing nothing.
Earlier this week I decided to go through some of my old notes. I didn’t really know what I was searching for, but when I stumbled upon this I felt that I had found it.
The document was created on January 9th, 2013 at 8:03pm. It is titled “Who I am!” (exclamation point and all) and contains my 2013 affirmations.
This is what it read: Continue reading
I am done. Sooooo done! I can’t handle it anymore. I am done with trying so hard to be ‘successful’!
See, from a very young age I bought into this one formula of ‘success’. The formula is centered on hard work… A LOT of hard work. We are told that in order to be ‘successful’ we have to do well in school, to work part-time jobs, to be involved in extra-curriculars, to network, to have a social life, and don’t forget to have balance. To me this seems that like the standard, the bare minimum for what it takes to be ‘successful’. The motto that has been drilled into my mind is: the more, the better! Continue reading