I feel like I found my Kryptonite.
Joe and I were watching a cheap made-for-tv movie we found at the dvd store bargain bin, Bereft (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0380215/), and a rape scene came on, it was too much for me, I shut down. I couldn't function, I went to bed, and when joe finished up the movie and came to bed I didn't even want to be held. What a mind job. I was never like this before.
Nothing has happened to me personally, but things have happened to those I love, and somehow I absorbed part of that pain. I really want to kill the bastards that do that shit, fuck rehabilitation -- their recovery rate is close to 0% anyway, and those that "recover" are still under debate.
I know some of the people with these problems are victims themselves, but that doesn't give them the right to ruin someone else's life. It may seem inhumane, but it is inhumane either way you go, in my oppinion the cycle must stop.
Locally there was a report of a man found nearly beaten to death behind a dumpster. It was right after the reports of homeless people being beaten in Florida so immediately I associated the two, I assumed the local beating had similar motivations. I felt bad -- for the guy. Then I found out that he was a pedifile, and still felt bad, but in a different way. My first thought was it was too bad the guy lived, but it was nice that he suffered. Apparently the parent(s) of one of his victims gave him a blanket party and dropped off what was left behind a dumpster. I hoped the police threw a blind eye.
I didn't always think this way. Before rape was something that was on TV, and while I knew it happened, it wasn't real to me. Then people I cared about came out and told me their pain. I was crushed. It made it real. At times like this when I am in mental anguish I wish I didn't know, deep down I am thankful for being woken up.
Death to sex offenders.
Nothing has happened to me personally, but things have happened to those I love, and somehow I absorbed part of that pain. I really want to kill the bastards that do that shit, fuck rehabilitation -- their recovery rate is close to 0% anyway, and those that "recover" are still under debate.
I know some of the people with these problems are victims themselves, but that doesn't give them the right to ruin someone else's life. It may seem inhumane, but it is inhumane either way you go, in my oppinion the cycle must stop.
Locally there was a report of a man found nearly beaten to death behind a dumpster. It was right after the reports of homeless people being beaten in Florida so immediately I associated the two, I assumed the local beating had similar motivations. I felt bad -- for the guy. Then I found out that he was a pedifile, and still felt bad, but in a different way. My first thought was it was too bad the guy lived, but it was nice that he suffered. Apparently the parent(s) of one of his victims gave him a blanket party and dropped off what was left behind a dumpster. I hoped the police threw a blind eye.
I didn't always think this way. Before rape was something that was on TV, and while I knew it happened, it wasn't real to me. Then people I cared about came out and told me their pain. I was crushed. It made it real. At times like this when I am in mental anguish I wish I didn't know, deep down I am thankful for being woken up.
Death to sex offenders.