In many cases of rape and sexual abuse, the predator is a man the woman is dating. This is commonly called Date Rape or Aquaintance Rape. These are the most common type of rape committed.
'He needed it, why didn't I want to make him happy? Why did I always make
him rape me?'- he told me. I often wonder if I've really recovered or have I
twisted my grief. He raped me but I think I can recall deliberately provoking
him. Of course fighting back was 'provoking' him, arguing was 'provoking' him.
He raped me but I wanted it, I was bleeding but I wanted it, I liked it, I
needed it, even if it brought me pain. That's what I told myself afterward. I
think I may have been trying to gain control of what happened. And I told myself
I adored him, loved his eyes, that I remember whenever I think 'you're not thin
enough', 'you're not pretty enough'. I told myself I adored his lips, that he
forced me to kiss when I was trying to trick my mind into not feeling the pain.
Don't we all do these things? I'm beginning to realize how much I lied to
myself, perhaps to try to gain control of a situation that I was not in control
of. I'm through lying to myself. I think I can deal with the truth now. I can't
help feeling though, that I share some of the blame. After all, I lied to myself
so well I believed it. Did I love him? I don't even know
anymore..
I remember the good in him. But everything became twisted when their
marraige fell apart. Mom was working night shift. I would awaken in the middle
of the night with his hands all over my body. I was 14-very shy and the oldest
daughter. I was ashamed of my developing body. He destroyed something from that
time on. I am 50 yrs old and a grandma now. Dad is 80 and ailing. Everything is
coming out now and my sisters are very supportive. He has never apologized and
Mom is in a crisis. Maybe I should have run away, gone to the police or
something-but I was so afraid of destroying our family and what others would
think of us. My girlfriends had clean fathers they could give big
bearhugs-without ugly thoughts. I can never have that now-HE destroyed that. All
of you, my sisters out there-remember it is NOT YOUR
FAULT.
By Janice Sep 06 2004
Fear of Intimacy
I am currently being sexually abused. This has been happening for maybe 7
years. So long I can't even remember my reaction to it in the first place. I
don't know what to say. I think this is my fault. Why I didn't say something at
the beginning I don't know, but it if I could go back I would. I feel no control
over my life, the control is in his hands. I’m mostly afraid of the damage that
this would do to my family. My happiness and future aren't the only things on
the line. My abuse is in a way what keeps my parents together. I don't know. I
just keep it out of my head. But I honestly don't know how somebody who says
they love me can cause me so much pain. No one knows the real me.
This site is a site that has helped me out a lot. It helps to know that
you can come here and talk to others who feel and go through the same struggles
everyday. The toughest thing that I go through everyday is flashbacks and
talking helps make them go away a little easier. It makes me feel better knowing
that I am not the only person who feels the same
way.
One of the most difficult things for me to realise, as a sexually abused
child, was that none of it was my fault and I wasn't something to be simply
tossed out with the trash. There were many times in my life when I thought I
must have been totally worthless because they did nothing to protect
me.
I was sexually abused by multiple perps for the first 20 years of my
life. When I was 23 I was raped by a stranger. I have no family (I was a foster
child, tossed around all my life, never adopted) . . . I have very few friends
and those friends are not intimate relationships because I cannot allow them to
be. I have battled anorexia for over half of my life. I have a history of very
severe self-mutilation and suicide attempts..
How can I speak out about it? I can't tell anyone. I have kids of my own
and I'm still afraid of how the "secret" will affect the whole family. I'm still
the protector of the family integrity. My kids visit with their grandmother
twice a year or so. She's nice and dotes on them. But she's never been left
alone in a room with them. It's so hard with mother abuse because people don't
want to believe in it. I have relatives (my dad and stepmother) that I fear for
their sanity were they to find out my mother molested me. Back to the protector
role. A role that has never been taken on on my behalf. When I try to talk about
mother abuse, people run, they get disgusted. It makes me feel ugly. And now, I
don't tell anyone. So I'm even lonelier than I am ugly. No one to tell! Why do I
even feel so compelled to tell? Will telling really make it better? Secrets are
a heavy burden. But if you keep the secret, no one can attack you and make you
believe you are crazy or a l iar. With a sensitive therapist, I can open up, let
the secret out and it doesn't affect my family. Maybe when my mother dies I will
be able to tell the rest of my family what happened, but only if overwhelming
guilt at "tarnishing" her image doesn't get me. I did confront my mother
directly because I was afraid I was coming up with all of this in my head and
she did not deny it at all. (Nor did she admit to anything. She just said she
had enough talk about that.) Now that the memories are fierce, I don't need her
to validate my reality, and I don't need her to attack it either. Speaking out
is complicated. I've cut off contact with my mother before, only to have my
sister insist on a reconciliation because she believed that mother was dying. So
how do you speak out about your abuser to your children, especially if it's
their sweet grandma? "Yeah, granny's great kids, but she's a pedophile." So I
hold it in, let them have their twice yearly superficial visits and then hope t
hat some day I will be able to stand and tell the truth to my daughters. And the
rest of my family that would support me if they knew, but that the burden of
that knowledge would be too difficult as well, both because of who she is and
the sadistic things she did. I don't like that she's pretty much gotten away
scot-free for what she did. I'd like to see her behind bars, but then I'm too
nervous to "rock the boat" in that fashion. This year, my big goal is to be able
to participate in the Clothesline project and make a t-shirt about the abuse and
let the world know that men are not the only perpetrators. And that will be one
of the scariest things I'll ever do..
By angelina Jul 07
2004
Self Esteem
I was sexually abused by my mother's boyfriend for at least three years.
It happened from the age of nine to the age of twelve. He desrtoyed my
innoecence and my self esteem, to this day I can't accept my body and I'm always
changing to try to feel better about myself as a woman. I feel a costant need to
be accepted by others and there seems to be no end to the pain I feel.
By djuna cunigan Apr 30 2004
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