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month of awareness

October is, among other things, Domestic Violence Awareness Month. the more you know.

About three years ago, one of the people who works in the medical school area of my job decided to honor the month with a photo installation. She went around to all of the departments and took pictures of its members wearing purple, the color of domestic violence awareness. If you didn’t have any purple on, she had you covered. She lugged around a box of scarves, hats, brooches – all purple, all the time.

Emails were sent out inviting the whole campus to have their picture taken and where she would be during the day to do so. I was coming out of my building one day and bumped into the “Purple Posse”. They asked if I would like to have my picture taken. Not one to pass up a photo opportunity, I threw on a scarf and smiled big.

The photos were edited and hung down the hallway leading to the cafeteria, passed the President’s office. The big leagues. It really looked great. She was able to get some students, various people from offices all over campus, and even some of the big wigs. The ones that can’t take five minutes to come over and renew their gym lockers. muy importante.

Here’s mine. Excuse the blurriness, I had to take a picture of my picture and I was probably in a rush, meaning the cafeteria must have just put out their chocolate chip cookies which are delicious and extremely limited. 


Fortunately, I’ve never been a victim of domestic violence and feel that it is safe to say that no one in my immediate circle has either. I know I’m lucky, especially since so many aren’t. Every situation is different and people deal with things in their own ways so don’t think I’m being a Judgy Judy or Preachy Patty or (worse) a Better than you Betty, but personally, should I ever be in a situation where I am being abused, trust and believe that I will not hesitate to pull a Farrah Fawcett in Burning Bed and torch the bastard. don’t test my gangster. 


So, while you’re enjoying everything else October has to offer (Breast Cancer Awareness, Halloween, foliage, pumpkin spice everything), take a minute to throw on a purple scarf and think about those who maybe aren’t so lucky. Those who got out. Those who burned that shit to the ground. (hopefully not literally.)

Since I’ve depressed everyone already, I also found out that October is Anti-Bullying Month. I felt like I should add this because 1) what are domestic abusers? Bullies. And 2) If you haven’t seen it yet, the documentary, “Bully” is one hell of a movie. Movies don’t make me cry. Except Beaches, once. This movie made me openly sob.  This one kid in the movie, I think his name is Alex, was told by the bully that he was going to get killed. All he did was ask someone to be his friend. His parents went to the (assistant?) principal and tried to help him. She foo-fooed them and then showed them pictures of her newborn grandson. Did I mention I sobbed? 

I wasn’t a victim of bullying. (if you haven’t figured it out, i had a pretty good childhood). I was bad at sports so sure, I was laughed at and talked about in gym class, but there was never, ever  a time where I was physically assaulted or verbally abused. Honestly, I don’t think my teachers would have tolerated it. Because of this, I have absolutely no tolerance for bullies. It’s just not OK. The only problem is I encounter them every day and I have no backbone, but that’s a post for a different day.

I’m not sure how to end this so I’ll just let it fade out. Byeeeee (well, that just brought me back to my AOL profile days)

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