I admire you for your honesty and attitude on this subject. It's so true how the victims/survivors have been treated as the one's who have done the wrong and blamed unjustly.
Very few have had compassion towards the woman.
I was 19 , when it was over given the gun that was held on me. The police wanted to charge me for having it. They treated me like dirt and I left before the rape kit came. I went back to work and didn't talk about for decades except to my best friend.
Thanks for understanding...
"[...] over-protected children are more likely to struggle in relationships and
with challenges." This is what happened to me. My mom died when I was 8 and my dad was WAY over-protective and strict. I never experienced being independent. I know my dad loved me, but he never allowed me to fly. Perhaps that is why I love writing!
I'm glad I decided to read this! Thanks for sharing.
Very clever 😁! What really is a horse of another color anyway?! I enjoyed this post, it's unique and not the usual thing. Nice to see another take on expressing one's self.
Write ✍️ on indeed!
Joy Jun 18, 2024 at 5:35pm In response to "My Take"
Love this!
Your muse is literarily enjoyable and amusing. A rare find, I have to say.
Then, I, too, learned to cook after I was married, thanks to my mother-in-law. Before, I wasn't even allowed into the kitchen. Later, I didn't burn any house down but I might probably have come close to it, but my goof-ups weren't enough for severe burns. I can now cook just about anything.
These horses or "pit ponies" were deprived of experiencing the sunlight and fresh air. Instead, they lived in darkness underground, relying on their instincts and the guidance of their human partners, known as conogons.
These horses were born, worked, and perished in the dark, enduring strenuous labor. It was not uncommon for a single horse to pull up to eight heavy coal wagons alone. Despite their challenging circumstances, these animals maintained their dignity and were aware of their rights, such as refusing to move if they felt burdened with excessive wagons. They also possessed a remarkable sense of time, knowing when their working day should end and finding their way back to the stables even in darkness. This demanding work of horses in the mines continued until 1972 when technology took over, marking the end of an era. On December 3, 1972, Ruby, the last miner's horse, emerged from the mines in a grand fashion. Accompanied by an orchestra, Ruby, adorned with a flower wreath, was brought out of the darkness, symbolizing the conclusion of the era of mining horses and their connogon partners. To commemorate their shared labor underground, a sculptural composition named "Conogon" was erected within the Museum-Reserve "Red Hill".
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