Category: Survivors’ Stories
From friend to rapist
I bit down on my fingers to withstand the pain. I felt like I was falling down a never ending slope – like I was losing grip of reality.
Still being abused all these years later
She did not believe me and told me that if I tell anyone that childcare will take me away. I kept silent for years.
I still miss my aborted child despite the abusive relationship
We live in a world that has set definitions for everything. However, the problem comes when the definitions overlap and overlapping definitions are problematic because confusion arises… Read more “I still miss my aborted child despite the abusive relationship”
He raped me for seven years and blamed me
I was a mere five years old when my stepfather first came into my room in the dead of night. He whispered my name and when I… Read more “He raped me for seven years and blamed me”
The demons of rape just never go away, do they?
One day in April 1997, a demon that had been chasing me finally caught up. It wasn’t shadowed and cloaked. Instead, it was open, smiling, and full… Read more “The demons of rape just never go away, do they?”
‘I am not a better person as a result of having been raped’
I hate it when people call me “brave” for surviving being raped. It’s been seven years since he took me to his dorm and after my saying… Read more “‘I am not a better person as a result of having been raped’”
Strong, independent, educated – and abused
The most recent social media hashtag party invited all and sundry to #SaveMelania. … Yes, the new First Lady of the US. That Melania. Even the most… Read more “Strong, independent, educated – and abused”
What people don’t tell you about the aftermath of sexual trauma
There are many difficulties one goes through after a traumatic event. We hear all about these; the stages of grief, decisions of whether to tell family, friends,… Read more “What people don’t tell you about the aftermath of sexual trauma”
The dorm master and his ‘pets’
This is what happened to me in 1954-1955. The teacher must be long dead by now. It used to snow there most winters. It was austere in its control… Read more “The dorm master and his ‘pets’”