Des-Bal wrote:Freelanderness wrote:
Okay so do you want a personal account of being a survivor of sexual abuse and what it's like (cos it sure ain't fun)? Or what kind of information do I need to give you?
Excellent question. Individualness gave an outline about what constitutes rape culture. I'd like to see the evidence that those claims are true.
TW: Sexual violence, Victim Blaming
Okay, the first person I told was one of my closest friends, he said that he was sorry about it but I "must have done something to deserve it." He then proceeded to say that he thought less of me, and that he wasn't sure that he wanted to be friends with someone so promiscuous.
I stayed silent for a few days, but I thought maybe it had just been bad luck the first time and told another friend of mine: he chuckled and said,
"No wonder you've been such a bitch lately," as if he were teasing. When I got upset, he said,
"You little whore, you probably liked it." On numerous occasions after that, he would tell me that he was going to do it to me, and I was going to like it, laughing the whole while as if it were the funniest joke.
And again: "Chrissakes, you're 14-years-old, what are you doing hanging around men like that? What did you expect would happen?"
A boyfriend/paedophile somewhere along the way: "You did it for him, you can do it for me."
When it happened again, with a new boyfriend, I told close friend of mine, and the first thing she said was,
"Wow, that's fucked up."
And I went, "yeah."
"Why did you let him do that to you?"
I was flustered, "I don't know, I didn't want to. I felt obligated."
By now she was looking at me with a disgusted look on her face, "So you're telling me that not only are you a shit girlfriend, and a slut, you've got the nerve to complain about it?"
"It didn't feel right."
"You're a disgrace. It's not rape if you're dating him."
She didn't talk to me after that. And somehow word got around that I was a slut, and a whiny bitch. I don't think she told anyone the specific details, but they all knew.
A guy I barely knew: "You ain't worth shit as a good girl. You ruined that."
After telling him about it: "Don't fucking talk to me anymore."
I'm getting dizzy, so I'm not writing any more memories. I have too many of this and thinking about it too much drives me crazy.




