According to this, Ashley Judd recently spoke at a Hope For Depression luncheon at which she said that she was first sexually abused in the 2nd grade, and then she also recounted an incident that occurred when she was in junior high:
“This guy was a registered sex offender . . . but I have no conscious memory of that assault, whatsoever . . . I can heal the feeling without needing to know what happened. ”
Wait. What?
So she has no recollection of being assaulted, but knows she was because of….healing feelings? Is this a thing now?
According to this, Ashley Judd claimed that abuse against her started when she was a pre-teen, which is kiiiiind of different than 2nd grade.
But then therapy happened.
Ashley says she only learned to fight her demons after entering rehab for depression at Shades of Hope in Texas. Therapy sessions there exposed memories of childhood incest. Judd said she still has bouts of depression.
So therapy “exposed memories” of childhood incest.
Mmmkay.
According to this, she also wrote in her book that she was a victim of incest, but doesn’t name her abuser, because I suppose that would mean she could potentially be held accountable for those words.
And then there was this:
After winning a high-school beauty contest, Ashley was given a two-month teen modeling contract in Japan. What she hoped would be an escape from her horrific life turned into part of the continuing nightmare. One manager on the trip made sexual advances and a male model attempted to force her to perform oral sex. A Frenchman who gave her a ride tried to rape her in his car.
Listen – you’ll have to forgive me if I just can’t take a lot of her victimization seriously, because there was also this:
In her book, Judd recalls being in middle school when her mom started dating her current husband, Larry Strickland, and writes about the ways that relationship affected her. “Mom and pop were wildly sexually inappropriate in front of my sister and me … a horrific reality for me was that when pop was around I would have to listen to a lot of loud sex in a house with thin walls… I now know this situation is called covert sexual abuse,” she writes.
Literally EVERYTHING is considered sexually abusive to Ashley Judd. If you hear your parents having sex, you’re being abused. That is what she Actually Thinks.
She also admits, openly, that what she wrote in her book might not be factual:
“You know, the book is very honest [but] it’s not necessarily accurate, because everyone in my family has their own perspective and their own experiences. But it’s very true for me.”
It’s true FOR HER, you guys.
A couple years ago, she wrote a column for mic.com, in which she said:
The summer of 1984 was tough for me. I experienced two rapes by an adult and systematic molestation from another adult, who also had another man in the room watching (I now understand this was to ensure he had a witness, in order to undermine me in the event I tried to report the incident). I have done purgative, cathartic work on those particular acts of violence. The nature of recovering from trauma is that it can be ongoing, with deeper levels of healing and freedom coming with indefatigable persistence to keep chipping away at it.
This January, I read three different things that freshly triggered an additional, very specific memory from age 15 — an attempted oral rape by yet another adult man. First, the Vanderbilt rape case conviction was announced, in which certain details mirrored my own experiences, especially the non-intervening bystanders (who, thankfully, in the Vanderbilt case, were charged with violent crime). Second, I read the Justice for Victims of Sex Trafficking legislation that passed the House of Representatives. Third, I re-read the Department of Justice’s legal definition of rape and some of the absurd debates about it. Although I regularly engage with these kinds of issues, after reading these three particular materials, it became very clear that I needed to address my attempted oral rape; the time had arrived for that terrifying moment to be treated as a stand-alone piece of violence from which I was being given the opportunity to heal on a deeper level.
I can only imagine what new sexual abuses more therapy will make Ashley remember. And again, it makes no difference, really, if those abuses are true or not -because they’re true for her. And that’s a thing.
Remember too, that no matter how many times Ashley Judd has been sexually abused or raped, none of that compares to Trump being elected president.
After Clinton’s loss, Judd described Donald Trump’s victory as “the worst thing that has ever happened to me in my lifetime,” worse than her experience with sexual abuse.
“Raped as a child – bad. Re-raped by a political system that ordains a clown – really bad,” she said in a video for HuffPost.
Yeah. So, if the lawful and fair election of a president bothers you more than being raped, I can’t help but question your definition of rape. I’m just saying.
Ashley Judd would like you to know that she’s a gift from God, by the way:
“What I know today is I am precious, I am empowered, I am free, I am that gift from God,” she said. “God has used me to be a gift to other vulnerable and suffering children around the world, which really is a miracle.”
She is a miraculous gift from God to suffering children around the world. I’m sure they’ll be happy to know that.