I am a survivor of rape (during my childhood). I do know that it can, and does, leave lasting psychological and spiritual damage. I can empathize, to a certain point.
That point was pole-vaulted over when this whiny little speshul snowflake insisted that classical mythology is no longer suitable to be taught in a fucking literary humanities class because it hurt her little feelings.
I read the myths in question. I read them when I was about eight or nine years old, just a year or two past the point of the worst of the abuse, and before it had totally halted. They never triggered any flashbacks. There were things that did (like the idiot psychologists, forced visits over weekends with my abuser, running into my abuser unexpectedly in the town where we lived, etc.), but instead of whining about it, I pushed past it and dealt with it as best I could.
Some people don't understand that these works of art have been a part of the curriculum for longer than their grandparents have been alive, and should not be removed due to the oversensitive sensibilities of one fucking person who does not have the right to never be offended by anything.
Some people should drop out of college, go wrap themselves in cotton batting so tightly they can't move, see, or hear anything that might "trigger" them, and go live in their parents' closets.
I'd even be willing to pay them to remove themselves from society, and from the gene pool.
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