My privilege is having my girlfriend and I being threatened to be murdered by my shitty ex girlfriend, and the cops doing nothing about it.

My privilege is being constantly harassed by her for over a year and a half, and every time I go to the police about it, they just kind of laugh it off.

My privilege is her stealing hundreds of dollars worth of stuff, and that being okay.

My privilege is knowing my ex-girlfriend took advantage, and I guess it would be classified as date rape, of me and that’s how our child was conceived.



My privilege is knowing that even though she essentially raped me, by drugging me, there’s nothing the police will do, and the courts will just laugh at it and not take me seriously.



My privilege is knowing we may have a child together, that I haven’t gotten to see in nearly a year, because she just decided she wanted to do that.

My privilege is knowing that even though she has him around sex offenders, drug addicts, drugs, unsafe environments, etc., that I will most likely lose the custody battle if he is mine.

My privilege is having to pay Child Support for a child I was raped to conceive, and to support her habits, and little to no money actually being spent on what it should be spent on.

My privilege is modern feminism overlooking these issues, and then getting angry with me when I refuse to identify with their man hating movement. I’m not detracting from true equality feminists, just these third wave cunts.

My privilege is knowing that I am more likely to be accused of rape, even if it is completely untrue.

My privilege is knowing she can ruin my life with this, and there’s nothing I can do, because I’m far too poor to afford to do anything about it.

My privilege is being smart enough to understand and know all of this, just so I can be depressed enough to think about suicide every day just to get it all to stop. So I can finally be free.

My privilege is knowing if I am raped, like I was in the past, chances are nothing will happen because no one will take me seriously about it.

My privilege was being abused for two years, and my abuser claiming I abused her and the baby and everyone thinking I truly did it.

My privilege is having my life robbed all because I was raped and abused, and nothing will happen to my rapist/abuser.

My privilege is that my constant “No” meant “Yes” anyway.

My privilege is having to tell this story on Tumblr because none of my friends know and I don’t think any would believe me.

I refuse to accept these as privileges or anything else Tumblr will say I have. We are all equal, and I deserve the same treatment and respect as any woman who would step forward about this. I will only consider one thing my privilege and that is my ability to say Fuck You to anyone who acts like I’m the lesser for this.