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I don’t know how to deal with my emotions anymore. It’s like one day I feel like I am doing just fine and I am smiling, then I just fall down again and have bad days where I can’t handle this heavy pain inside.
First I want to start by saying, yes I am a rape survivor. I was raped by my ex-boyfriend in 2016. I reported my rape and there was a big long trial happening, which led to a not guilty verdict. I remember that day I was devasted in tears I couldn’t believe it. It was to much to take in that day, I tried my hardest and I used my voice to try to get justice but nothing at all happened.
Let me take it back to the day he raped me, I felt so embarrassed and ashamed and disgusted all over my body. How can a person like the father of my children have raped me?!?! For a long time I felt sad and so depressed I turned promiscuous, but it wasn’t where I had so many partners, I just felt like I had to cope some way, so I would have sex. Thinking of this made me cry and feel very low about myself.
Then the nightmare that I am still living happened, which was that I went back to my rapist arms and I had consensual sex with him multiple times. I just wanted to be in control of my body this time, he took a lot from me that day he raped me! Why not paint a picture where I see the good in him, it was so hard to accept the fact that he raped me. I just couldn’t bare with being a rape victim by someone that I once with and had two beautiful children with. I just wanted to forget that horrible day that destroyed the person I once was.
I feel like less of a rape survivor and insane for what I did, sometimes I tell myself maybe it never did matter, I deserved it. Every time we had sex it was rough like that day he raped me but there was a big difference still because that day he raped me he was strong against me and forceful, while ripping my underwear off my knee, and glass all over the sink from me trying to stop him.
As I am typing this I had to stop and go to the restroom and cry and yell in a bathroom towel, so quietly as tears fall down fast and be careful not to be heard. Nobody thinks I’m suffering in my house, but I am here writing hoping to be heard and answered because I know I am not alone.
Those times where I coped when I was around him I knew he raped me I was fully aware, and I know I was not good at all. It was sickening to me one day he apologized to me for “that day” he called it, saying he was “too rough”. I thought to myself he knows he raped me and just mentions that day as if he was just a little to rough on me and hurt me, that day I went home and threw up because I felt disgusted with him. And it continued like this for 3 months where he would buy me things such as flowers, chocolates, bras, bikini and would take me to eat and to motels I felt like that was one of the worst things because I just now see it as if he did it because he thought he owed me something for what he did to me.
I finally had the courage to stop this because it really messed me up. I can’t carry one single day where I don’t think about this. My intentions were never to be with him at all in a relationship, I just wanted my body back I wanted power. Makes me sick to think he wanted me to be his girl. He is the crazy one not me. And now I live with the fact that I slept with my rapist which now I am in a deeper depression where I feel nothing but worthless.
First I want to start by saying, yes I am a rape survivor. I was raped by my ex-boyfriend in 2016. I reported my rape and there was a big long trial happening, which led to a not guilty verdict. I remember that day I was devasted in tears I couldn’t believe it. It was to much to take in that day, I tried my hardest and I used my voice to try to get justice but nothing at all happened.
Let me take it back to the day he raped me, I felt so embarrassed and ashamed and disgusted all over my body. How can a person like the father of my children have raped me?!?! For a long time I felt sad and so depressed I turned promiscuous, but it wasn’t where I had so many partners, I just felt like I had to cope some way, so I would have sex. Thinking of this made me cry and feel very low about myself.
Then the nightmare that I am still living happened, which was that I went back to my rapist arms and I had consensual sex with him multiple times. I just wanted to be in control of my body this time, he took a lot from me that day he raped me! Why not paint a picture where I see the good in him, it was so hard to accept the fact that he raped me. I just couldn’t bare with being a rape victim by someone that I once with and had two beautiful children with. I just wanted to forget that horrible day that destroyed the person I once was.
I feel like less of a rape survivor and insane for what I did, sometimes I tell myself maybe it never did matter, I deserved it. Every time we had sex it was rough like that day he raped me but there was a big difference still because that day he raped me he was strong against me and forceful, while ripping my underwear off my knee, and glass all over the sink from me trying to stop him.
As I am typing this I had to stop and go to the restroom and cry and yell in a bathroom towel, so quietly as tears fall down fast and be careful not to be heard. Nobody thinks I’m suffering in my house, but I am here writing hoping to be heard and answered because I know I am not alone.
Those times where I coped when I was around him I knew he raped me I was fully aware, and I know I was not good at all. It was sickening to me one day he apologized to me for “that day” he called it, saying he was “too rough”. I thought to myself he knows he raped me and just mentions that day as if he was just a little to rough on me and hurt me, that day I went home and threw up because I felt disgusted with him. And it continued like this for 3 months where he would buy me things such as flowers, chocolates, bras, bikini and would take me to eat and to motels I felt like that was one of the worst things because I just now see it as if he did it because he thought he owed me something for what he did to me.
I finally had the courage to stop this because it really messed me up. I can’t carry one single day where I don’t think about this. My intentions were never to be with him at all in a relationship, I just wanted my body back I wanted power. Makes me sick to think he wanted me to be his girl. He is the crazy one not me. And now I live with the fact that I slept with my rapist which now I am in a deeper depression where I feel nothing but worthless.
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