In my second year at the University, I had a close shave with a rapist. This was someone who had become a trusted friend over the course of one year. That he could turn around to want to hurt me that way shocked rather than alarmed me.
I went visiting, he locked the door, and a race for survival ensued with me pleading for my release. He, on the other hand, was hell bent on getting what he wanted (what I found out he’d always wanted).
Luckily for me, he had an attack of the conscience and let me go. He didn’t actually rape me, but I felt violated and deeply betrayed, my ability to trust so freely affected.
Today, I read a girl’s experience on twitter of how she wasn’t so lucky and got molested, over and over by someone close, her uncle, and it broke my heart she went through that. However, what pained the most was the responses she got. A lot blamed her in their comments; so. E subtly, others out rightly. She must have pushed the uncle one way or the other. Perhaps her dressing was seductive and he was not strong enough to resist.
My heart bled from seeing those comments, which were grossly insensitive and ignorant.
I couldn’t believe someone who fell a victim of a rapist was actually being blamed for the horrible experience.
Is it ever anyone’s fault they got raped? Will a person ever wish such a terrible fate on themselves?
I tried to stand up for her; to state how no one ever sets out to get raped, but I was hushed, told I didn’t know the girl personally qnd so couldn’t say what exactly transpired. It was my voice against a multitude of opposing voices and I was drowned in an instant.
I was angry (I still am); angry at how society has descended and how an act so vile and hurtful can be brushed off so flippantly and the victim blamed.
My heart goes out to the victim; it must have taken a lot opening up the way she did, possibly seeking a listening ear and some words of comfort. She most likely won’t be opening up anytime soon again.
I sincerely hope she gets the healing she seeks one way or the other.
This is just my musing, a way to let out some of the pent up anger I feel inside.