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Victims of sexual assault are harmed only when offenders use force.
False. More than any physical injuries the victim sustains, the violation of trust that accompanies most sexual assaults has been shown to dramatically increase the level of trauma the victim suffers. Emotional and psychological injuries cause harm that can last much longer than physical wounds.
I need to realize and stop being in denial. What happend was real....and i can't take it back. There is so much i would change if i only knew. If i knew i was going to be attacked...i would have never been there....I would have never gone. My life Is over.....I will never be the same girl i was...i miss my innocence....my free spirt....my care free aditute. Now...I fear guys, dont trust, dont let people get close. When a guy gets to close....i always end up pushing them away. I changed 7/16/03....I wanna be ME again...damnit. Why me? why did he rape me? Damnit...Im so angry...WHY!?! Why did she let him hurt me?
What does rape feel like?
It feels like praying to a god who doesn't want to know you. It feels like lightening striking in the same place twice. It feels like being a small child lost in a large department store, mommy no where in sight. It's like a hot summer with no wind, no rain.
Rape is one of those things that leaves its victims cold and weak and powerless and afraid of the dark. It instills the mentality that there is something under the bed, a monster in the closet, a shadow bent on snatching you away.
When your body is violated you are like an insect trying desperately to crawl out of your skin. Your bones slither under your flesh, but your sinew keeps you there, making sure you submit yourself to it all. Your body abandons you, as does everything else.
You find yourself unable to think while he forces himself into your body, knowing things that the gods above don't even know. You find yourself so dirty that your only conclusion is that you are a swine, something vile and low, something for human consumption.
You try frantically to push yourself into the ground, hoping that your grave will magically appear and swallow you whole, take you away from ... this.
Afterwards, you wake up at least thirty years older yet look like a five-year-old child. You're frail, like a snowflake, but you're not angelic. You've been through hell holding Dante's hand, and the only souvenirs you have are ashes and your heavenly wings now singed.
Tears may pour out of your eyes, but you're not crying them. Or maybe you don't cry. Either way, you are now a hopeless machine who just goes through the emotions without feeling.
You're a whore now, a harlot left to wander alone in a barren desert. No one will want you now. All you have is your shame and broken esteem.
... At least, that's what rape feels like to me.
False. More than any physical injuries the victim sustains, the violation of trust that accompanies most sexual assaults has been shown to dramatically increase the level of trauma the victim suffers. Emotional and psychological injuries cause harm that can last much longer than physical wounds.
I need to realize and stop being in denial. What happend was real....and i can't take it back. There is so much i would change if i only knew. If i knew i was going to be attacked...i would have never been there....I would have never gone. My life Is over.....I will never be the same girl i was...i miss my innocence....my free spirt....my care free aditute. Now...I fear guys, dont trust, dont let people get close. When a guy gets to close....i always end up pushing them away. I changed 7/16/03....I wanna be ME again...damnit. Why me? why did he rape me? Damnit...Im so angry...WHY!?! Why did she let him hurt me?
What does rape feel like?
It feels like praying to a god who doesn't want to know you. It feels like lightening striking in the same place twice. It feels like being a small child lost in a large department store, mommy no where in sight. It's like a hot summer with no wind, no rain.
Rape is one of those things that leaves its victims cold and weak and powerless and afraid of the dark. It instills the mentality that there is something under the bed, a monster in the closet, a shadow bent on snatching you away.
When your body is violated you are like an insect trying desperately to crawl out of your skin. Your bones slither under your flesh, but your sinew keeps you there, making sure you submit yourself to it all. Your body abandons you, as does everything else.
You find yourself unable to think while he forces himself into your body, knowing things that the gods above don't even know. You find yourself so dirty that your only conclusion is that you are a swine, something vile and low, something for human consumption.
You try frantically to push yourself into the ground, hoping that your grave will magically appear and swallow you whole, take you away from ... this.
Afterwards, you wake up at least thirty years older yet look like a five-year-old child. You're frail, like a snowflake, but you're not angelic. You've been through hell holding Dante's hand, and the only souvenirs you have are ashes and your heavenly wings now singed.
Tears may pour out of your eyes, but you're not crying them. Or maybe you don't cry. Either way, you are now a hopeless machine who just goes through the emotions without feeling.
You're a whore now, a harlot left to wander alone in a barren desert. No one will want you now. All you have is your shame and broken esteem.
... At least, that's what rape feels like to me.