“The desire to never leave your side, the desire to never see you again. The desire to see your face asleep on the pillow beside my face and to see your eyes open in the morning when I lie next to you—just watching you, waiting for you to wake up.”—John Irving, Until I Find You (via soufre)
[general trigger warning: sexual abuse, rape, discussion of abusers]
I know survivors who were hurt by decrepit old men. I know survivors who were hurt by women half their size. I know people who were hurt by disabled fathers with back problems, and stepmothers who could barely walk. I know people who were hurt by other children the same size as them. Make no mistake— abusers are abusers are abusers, no matter what they look like or how physically capable or incapable they are.
There is no single body type for abusers. All it takes is a power imbalance. I may have been physically stronger and larger than my verbally, emotionally abusive mother, but I could not fight back because my emotional self saw her as a giant. I exaggerated her to many times her size. I still do today.