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Tuesday morning I published a post about the difference between being a victim and being a survivor. I wrote about naming harm, refusing minimisation, and understanding the patterns that shape how disabled people are treated.
A few hours later, life handed me another real time example.
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Being a victim and being a survivor sound similar, yet the difference determines how people treat you, hear you, and decide whether your story is valid. This difference has come up in several conversations recently, from ordination discussions, the current CoE safeguarding audit, and general chats. This has caused me to reflect on what I name, why I name it, and how I understand the harm I have survived.
Childhood memories feel like blurry moments once lived. Photos, certificates, medals, and school reports usually prove those moments existed. I do not have that. My past has been erased. Adoption took the first part. Life took the second.
