Protesting Trump As A Survivor Of Abuse

flickrt/Garen M.

For the past few months, I have been anxious around nearly every man I encounter.

I am as scared of a young boy walking behind me at dusk as I am of large crowds of strangers. I jump every time I hear footsteps behind me on the sidewalk. I hold my keys like a weapon whenever I go somewhere alone. Every evening after work, I sit on the metro and think, Which of these men wants to rape me? Which…