I Am Evidence
The Dirty Truth
James is dead
” I am a multi-media artist who specializes in photography, painting, and drawing. My name is Morgan, and I am from the Halton region. I love to get feedback and try new things as I work with a wide range of mediums.”
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving. Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising which tempt you to believe that your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires courage. Don’t be discouraged. It’s often the last key in the bunch that opens the lock. So, work through it, you will see. Hold on pain end!”
” I’m doing everything I can. I keep doing the best I could right now, but I’m a mess…there is no doubt about it. I’m broken into a million of pieces right now, but I keep wrapping myself together. There is no other option.
I know this is just another low point in all of this. It’s just another dark wall I’ve got to get through. I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen. I know I’m not alone, but forget perfect, smiling, good vibes, and no worries…that’s all meaningless!
I stopped living that kind of life when you took it from me, but I would be lying if I said I don’t’ struggle! I’m constantly in battle. Life is brutal, exhausting and unfair at times. most of all you’ve got to get there on your own. The world will never stop. It won’t stop to give you any time to take a break, to have to figure it out. Your heart will keep beating. You only live once so bloom and continue to grow!”
“STOP! You are beautiful, you are smart, you are courageous, you are intelligent, you are a light, you are capable!”
“As I sit here, I question myself! You had changed my life and hurt me. You showed a different side. You showed me a monster, and made me experience something I would never wish upon anyone. Afraid, terrified to be exact I sit and cry as I feel like I am locked inside a prison facing demons, afraid to turn a corner.”
Emily Hickson – Survivor from Halton
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When I was 20 years old, I was raped. Yet, it took me until I was 24 to even admit that to myself. He was my co-worker, and a dear friend of mine. We spent hours after every shift in his car listening to music and chatting about life. He was the type of guy who everyone liked. He made friends everywhere he went, and I never heard a single person say anything negative about him. I fell for him to say the least and he acted as if he reciprocated those feelings. One night after our shift we decided to go for drinks at Monaghan’s, a bar located just in front of the Oakville Sheridan campus. The drinks kept coming to the table and I was drinking them just as fast. As we were leaving, he needed to help me to his car. I fell asleep in the passenger seat, expected to be driven home, but I awoke in his driveway. And in my drunken stupor, I took his hand as he led me into his basement. I remember lying on his couch and being on the verge of a complete blackout. And have short, but vivid memories of him on top of me. I awoke the next day, pant less, still on his couch. He drove me home that morning and acted as if we had just “hooked up”. A week later, I had consensual sex with him. I was trying to erase what had happened the prior week, and somehow make sense of things. But it didn’t work. I was hurting inside, but because he had been my friend first and I had liked him, the realization that he had sexually assaulted me didn’t happen for a very long time. It took years to process it completely. I had to see him every day over the course of the next 5 months after that night until he eventually left our workplace.
About 8 months after that incident had taken place, I met someone who I thought was the love of my life. He put me on a pedestal, and made me feel so special, which I gravitated towards because I was in such a dark place. Things got very serious, very quickly. It was my first serious relationship, and I didn’t have much to compare it too. Over the course of the first 6 months, he started to make little digs towards me, or give me slight slaps, when he thought I was “out of line”. Slowly over time, the slaps turned to punches, and the digs turned to verbal attacks. He criticized everything about me, from my appearance, to how stupid he thought I was. He also went through my phone every chance he got and displayed extreme jealousy. By the second year of our relationship, if I tried to say no to sex, I got beaten until I caved. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night and he would be inside of me. I got raped by him multiple times a week for a very long time. Until one day, after receiving a beating from him, a light bulb went off in my head and I had decided I had enough. I called 911 and never looked back.