Quote from: Nichole on April 30, 2009, 07:34:27 AM
Toni, if you have not gotten some support for your rape do so.
I refuse.
I'd prefer to focus my energy and time continually living my life. It's happened to my way too many times and I've come to accept that I'm the problem, somehow, it's just me. Either way, I'm not going to sit down and spill the beans to some stupid person who's only there because I'm paying him/her to be there when I COULD be doing things like studying and working and chilling out and GETTING ON WITH MY LIFE.
It'll stay nightmares.
It doesn't need to pop up on these forums though, not like that at least. Just like topics about severe self mutilation don't need to pop up, it's too much of a trigger.
It's completely selfish on my part, but it's not something i take pleasure in discussing and I definitely do not enjoy reminders.
Post Merge: April 30, 2009, 10:32:44 AM
Following back up on it, it happened early in 07 from one of my best friends, somehow I forgave her and we're still best friends to this day. She's on my top friends on myspace, believe it or not, but it took some real hard roads to get through that mess of her putting crap in my drink. It'd happened throughout my childhood.
I had an experience last year just RUNNING where I was vehemently overcome with rage that I thought I killed the assaulters, I posted a thread about it.
November. By a drunk marine I thought was my best friend.
January. Pill in drink, emptied mace onto the mofos face.
March. Pressed full charges got his wife to side with me so it's a mutual case of both rape and abuse.
It almost happened two weeks ago, I was followed home from work and told my brother to get my gun out as soon as we were home. Dude parked in front of my house and came out, my brother thought I was kidding until I started screaming at him to get out there. The dude had that look. James came out with the shotgun and the dude looked indecisive, it wasn't until I grabbed it and loaded the chamber that the guy got into his car and drove away. Calmly, that's what creeps me out. Pointing an 8 gauge short 22 inch barreled shotgun at the creeps face didn't seem to be anything but a MINOR deterant. So now I'm a full goddam believer of gun ownership. I don't care if I have to kill someone to stop it from happening to me again, but it can't. I'm a strong woman. I want to be in control. I know I'm somewhat easy, it's something I'm ashamed of. That's what pisses me off even more: if they'd wanted to get off that badly they could have just taken me on a few dates and made the right moves and said the right things. Instead they just shattered my pride and my control I like to put over every situation. I look at it as a failure on my part that even though I did everything I possibly could, they used either drugs or brute force over me instead of simply trying the way normal people do. If getting off meant that much to them... I don't even understand. there's whores on every street in every city of the country, they could have just thrown a 20 at someone and gotten what they wanted.
This is why: every single time it happened my own self worth felt lowered. I felt as if the meaning of intimacy had lost its value, and not only that but what I had to offer to the person I wanted to be with was even more damaged. Then, I got even more comfortable with letting myself get taken advantage of. My last, "fling" somehow ended up letting the man wrap his fingers aroudn my throat and I LET him at the time, until I broke down later because well, I could barely decipher the difference between what we had just done and a rape that occurred to me in November.
So what I'll do is I'll just push my standards for self defense up and keep my distance even further away. I've gotten to the point to where I'd rather reconnect with old friends I haven't spoken to for a few years than meet new people.
Either way, therapy isn't going to do crap but expose you to someone looking to turn a profit, or if you go to one of those stupid groups it'll just expose you to the weakness of other people and drag you down even further.
The only thing to do is hold your head up high and get-over-it.