In the world of fiction, rapists are evil, nasty, scruffy-looking dudes who lurk in the bushes or the shadows of the parking garage. They'll usually have a knife, 'cause that's a sexual symbol As for the victim, she's not really important; this story is about the rapist!
In stories , almost all rapists are strangers, easily identified by appearance . In the real world, the majority of rapes are committed by friends and family members, but who wants to think about that? It's more comforting to presume rapists are visibly deviant and easy to identify instead of normal-looking, often charming individuals.
I gazed into her eyes my heart was pounding lips trembiling,unable to speak she opened her little mouth and uttered three words ill never forget ... that's him,officer.
Aldo Custodio :
and thats the moment i knew that rape is rape and nothing was gonna change that even if i was drunk
Kathryn :
when my rapist showed up on the people you may know It felt like the closest to investigating a crime scene I've ever been still i sit in my bedroom and shift for clues click he is smiling and i see my self caught in his teeth and click he's eating over a few beers with friends and i am under his finger nails and when facebook informs me that we have 3 mutual friends which is to say he is people you may know and that i am people you may know and there are people that know and people that want to know and the word know is a flock of sheep in my mouth and know i know what my rapist listens to on spotify and what his middle name is , and 4 people have told me that they'd rather i said nothing .
Aldo Custodio :
who cares about what she's got to say she shouldn't be walking in valleys wearing a skirt, if you wear a skirt and you are raped, it is your fault.
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the touch of fear
Randomshe had dreams. Dreams for children, dreams for marriage, dreams for her live. So what do you do when one of those dreams gets shattered? How do you recover and go on?
