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Patients of surgeon Harold Gillies during WWI and WWII
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The following day, I attended a workshop about preventing gender violence, facilitated by Katz. There, he posed a question to all of the men in the room: “Men, what things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?” Not one man, including myself, could quickly answer the question. Finally, one man raised his hand and said, “Nothing.” Then Katz asked the women, “What things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?” Nearly all of the women in the room raised their hand. One by one, each woman testified: “I don’t make eye contact with men when I walk down the street,” said one. The women went on for several minutes, until their side of the blackboard was completely filled with responses. The men’s side of the blackboard was blank. I was stunned. I had never heard a group of women say these things before. I thought about all of the women in my life — including my mother, sister and girlfriend — and realized that I had a lot to learn about gender.
“I don’t put my drink down at parties,” said another.
“I use the buddy system when I go to parties.”
“I cross the street when I see a group of guys walking in my direction.”
“I use my keys as a potential weapon.”
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Some days I get this impulse to jump off a ledge and fly away. And then I am mildly terrified because for a split second I actually consider it, I believe I can float around from rooftop to rooftop and I get a strong urge to jump at which point I realize what could have just happened, next thing I know I’m sitting on the ground as far from the ledge as humanly possible. Maybe in that split second when I truly believe I can fly, that feeling deep in my chest, maybe those are my wings.
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