There is a case here in Noway right now about a girl 18 years old that got drugged and gang raped by three family fathers. 4 of the judges said that they did not agree that it was a rape cause the assholes said she did it willingly and lustfully. She was drugged severly nearly to death . No punishment cause of this 4 assholes judges.
I was 14 or 15 years old. Never been with men before. Never drunk alkohol. I was a shitty naiv stupid little girl.
Yes they invited me for a "party". But showed out they were only three. Could have been sons of those assholes. Middleclass white shitty boys. They got me severly drunk to the point I passed out.
Next thing I know I wake up in the bed. I asked him "why do you do this to me" and then I passed out again. In some ways Im glad I was dead drunk. Cause the memories would have killed me. I mean if Id remember more then I allready do. What I do remember allready kills me. I never really talk with anyone about this. How can I.
"mother" was an abusive narc with a pedo boyfriend and she had at that point startet to call me a whore.
Being gang raped confimr that I was the whore she told me I was. Confirmed that she was right. Why try to escape your destiny?
It hurts do that still today so many years after there are other girl that have to experience the same almost as I did.
I must admit it hurts when I see the support she gets. I mean - Im glad on her behalf. But for my self it hurts I never got that support.
Ended up in hospital. Abortion. Big rooms in that hospital. No one talked to me. Guess cause I was a whore to get my self in to such a mess.
They did the abortion and send me out. Still not talking to me. Not asking what happend. Just assuming that dirty little me had engaged in this my sef and then it was my own fault.
I was 14 or 15 years old. Never been with men before. Never drunk alkohol. I was a shitty naiv stupid little girl.
Yes they invited me for a "party". But showed out they were only three. Could have been sons of those assholes. Middleclass white shitty boys. They got me severly drunk to the point I passed out.
Next thing I know I wake up in the bed. I asked him "why do you do this to me" and then I passed out again. In some ways Im glad I was dead drunk. Cause the memories would have killed me. I mean if Id remember more then I allready do. What I do remember allready kills me. I never really talk with anyone about this. How can I.
"mother" was an abusive narc with a pedo boyfriend and she had at that point startet to call me a whore.
Being gang raped confimr that I was the whore she told me I was. Confirmed that she was right. Why try to escape your destiny?
It hurts do that still today so many years after there are other girl that have to experience the same almost as I did.
I must admit it hurts when I see the support she gets. I mean - Im glad on her behalf. But for my self it hurts I never got that support.
Ended up in hospital. Abortion. Big rooms in that hospital. No one talked to me. Guess cause I was a whore to get my self in to such a mess.
They did the abortion and send me out. Still not talking to me. Not asking what happend. Just assuming that dirty little me had engaged in this my sef and then it was my own fault.