kikmosa
Master of My Own Life
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I go through much the same thing. I'm very nervous about being out. Men scare me to the point that I feel like I'm going to throw up yet my job had me dealing with mostly men. I have locks and chains on my front door and locks and padlocks on the back. All of my windows are locked and blocked in where even if they break them, they have to work to get in. My bed is right by a high window that can't be reached without a ladder yet if anyone breaks in the front ones I can be out this one in seconds. I have a weapon of some sort in every room. And yet there are time I still don't feel safe. I know why I live like this, it doesn't make it any easier. But over time, with all of the support of people like Gil, I find that I'm beginning to relax a bit. I'm still cautious, but I'm dealing with it better. It takes time and I'm having to learn a lot of things.sweet_little_cookie said:Gil,
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You get a big kiss for starting this thread. I'd like to nominate you (and everyone else who's showing such great support) for casual sainthood. It's just like regular sainthood, but you can be alive, and it doesn’t matter whether or not you do the whole church/god thing. It’s an equal opportunity award.
I'd also like to send out tons of applause and hugs to the brave people who've told their stories. You are all SO brave to be telling your stories. I admire you lots.
I was raped twice. I’m barely two decades old.
And for four years I never told.
Being fifteen, and going in to school with fingerprints on my neck and teeth marks on my face exposed me to the amount of ugly there is on this planet.
My mom called me a slut. I didn’t bother to tell her what went on. I couldn’t get a word in, first of all... I didn’t want to admit to anyone that I had any vulnerabilities, especially so close to having had them exploited.
When I finally got the balls (but I don’t have any... I'm a girl!) up to tell my friends what'd happened, one of my best friends decided to try to take advantage...
This guy didn't get as far, because my posture precluded his removing my pants.
Ow.
My trauma was far less severe, but I still flinch when a guy I don’t know tries to talk to me.
I am afraid to be alone (in or out of public) with a guy.
I check the lock about six times a night.
I really can’t imagine how hard it must be for you, but you're succeeding. You're out of hell; you’ve got a great support system, and friends. You’re all damned courageous people. Rock on.
Big cheers to everyone for surviving!
Big BOO's to the cause of our sufferings!
Wow. Reading this really shows how young I am.
One is that it was not my fault. I did nothing to deserve what happened to me. He was in the wrong and not me. What happened to you was not your fault. You did nothing to deserve it or encourage it. They were in the wrong. They are the ones thatneed to be punished. Don't punish yourself for their faults.
As for your mother, I can understand how you feel there. I stayed over at my parents for a bit when she was sick and she called me in the middle of the night. I wear this overall shorts set to sleep in when I'm not at home. But since it covers so much, I don't wear a shirt under it. She took one look and told me I looked like a whore. That hurt so much. But she was wrong and so was your mother. You were not a slut, you were a victum. It took me a long time to admit that to myself. It's not a crime to admit that sometimes you need help.
Reach out to someone, find the help you need even if it's just someone to listen. Anyone here would listen to anything you need to say. That's the whole idea behind this thread. To give people a place to go where no one judges and everyone supports. Anything you need, just ask and we will do the best we can to do or get it for you. Don't try to keep it all inside or it will consume you.
I'm sorry if a lot of this isn't making sense. I just got out of the dintist a bit ago and the painkillers have me a bit wacky. I think I'll come back later when my heads straight and try this again.
Just please, let us help.