After reading about the town in PA where so many people were affected by the helicopter crash, I started thinking about my adopted country (15 years ago) of South Africa.
About 2 years after my rape, I took training and starting working as a rape crisis counsellor here. (I know it was stupid now! I was trying to prove to myself and everyone around me that I was better. "If I can help someone else, I must be fine, right?") Anyway, in just our small town, we have more than 300 REPORTED rapes of adults over 18. (The children were counselled/examined in the same building but by different people.) This is in a country where most people don't report because only 1 in 42 reported rapes ever has the rapist spend any time in jail.
When counselling ladies and men of various races and cultures, MANY times, they said, "I knew this would happen." "It was my turn." "So that's what it feels like." etc. It's like they grow up expecting to be raped! A big topic of conversation here is: ".... was robbed this week" ".... was hijacked" "Oh, they stole my purse again." After they broke into my car 7 times, I decided not to keep counting--just makes me cross.
I think because everyone minimises what happens "Oh, that's not so bad, let me tell you what happened to ...", people just stop talking. (Like I did.) The problem is that so many people are angry. The least little thing can set someone off. Counselling is not a priority when so many don't have food, housing or jobs.
What's the answer? At least every few years, I get back to the USA and feel the "strange" feeling of being relatively safe. What about the rest of the people in this beautiful country? What can I do to help at least those around me?
About 2 years after my rape, I took training and starting working as a rape crisis counsellor here. (I know it was stupid now! I was trying to prove to myself and everyone around me that I was better. "If I can help someone else, I must be fine, right?") Anyway, in just our small town, we have more than 300 REPORTED rapes of adults over 18. (The children were counselled/examined in the same building but by different people.) This is in a country where most people don't report because only 1 in 42 reported rapes ever has the rapist spend any time in jail.
When counselling ladies and men of various races and cultures, MANY times, they said, "I knew this would happen." "It was my turn." "So that's what it feels like." etc. It's like they grow up expecting to be raped! A big topic of conversation here is: ".... was robbed this week" ".... was hijacked" "Oh, they stole my purse again." After they broke into my car 7 times, I decided not to keep counting--just makes me cross.
I think because everyone minimises what happens "Oh, that's not so bad, let me tell you what happened to ...", people just stop talking. (Like I did.) The problem is that so many people are angry. The least little thing can set someone off. Counselling is not a priority when so many don't have food, housing or jobs.
What's the answer? At least every few years, I get back to the USA and feel the "strange" feeling of being relatively safe. What about the rest of the people in this beautiful country? What can I do to help at least those around me?