The many faces of rape.
This makes me sick to my stomach.
As disturbing as this is, I think it’s important to give these women voices. They are survivors.
So, it makes me sad that some people, even major Anti-Rape Culture activists, have this mentality “You’re a man, you don’t know what its like.” Well yeah, I’m sorry, I can’t help my genetics. That doesn’t mean I’m any less affected by the people in my life. That doesn’t mean I just shrug it off when I hear someone say “She’s asking for it.” I legitimately cussed out one of my very good bro’s for saying shit lines like that.
What makes me even sadder is that fact that I have had so many female friends confide in me that they’ve been raped, that my brain NOW REGISTERS THIS INFORMATION AS A FACT OF LIFE! Its not like I WANT these things to happens, I’ve just heard this so many times that it no longer shocks me nearly as much as it should. I remain straight faced, and I listen. I listen quietly as they tell me their story. As they paint me a vivid portrait of some car seat in the middle of the woods or confess her acceptance that her mother let her be raped by 2 grown men when she was 5 years old……..
Because shock is not what these girls need. Its not what they’re looking for. Its not what they want…
What they want is to be heard. As her eyes glaze over and she begins to recount the scenario, as if it happened yesterday. Sometimes she’ll say “But I could have done something”… I see this as her brain attempting to rationalize such an atrocity. Humans couldn’t be that evil, right? But they are, or rather, they can be. They have the capacity for inflicting such undeserved cruelty, and it disgusts me, on the most basic level.
She wants to be heard. She wants someone to listen. She wants someone external to the vessel of her existence to tell her “This was outside your power.” and it makes her feel weak. It drains the strength from her face.
“The world may seem like a dark place. And it can be at times. But there is legitimately nothings humanly possible you could have done differently. You acted as you would. AS A HUMAN… Your only fault was putting your trust in other humans…”
She blinks. Returning to the room as if she had just been deep in meditation. Her eyes go back to normal. “Thank you.” is all she says to me, and I’ll know that I have performed a service to humanity, if only to one person…