For me, I was forced into silence by my dad who thought I was trying to hurt him by telling him that his favorite uncle raped me. My mother silenced me for fear that Child Protective Services would publicly humiliate her and my dad, when they didn't deserve it - they hadn't chosen for me to be raped; but because they didn't prevent it... and didn't protect me from further rapes, they would surely lose me. She only told us about her fear that they would take us both away from them to get my brother to join in the pleading... for me to conceal the rapes. At least, that's how it felt to me, at the time and when I relived it years later in memories. She had already lost me, and she knew that. She was pleading for her son, for her husband, for our small family... for her pride, that she had, in fact, married better than her siblings.
Maybe that's why it hurts me so much to remain silent now, holding back my own fears of being investigated by CPS if they knew all the trauma, and the resulting mental illness, and suicidal ideation that I experience. But, the silence has a way of destroying my soul, and making my life feel worthless.
I am a mother, a wife. What else am I? I have had terrible experiences working outside of the home. I've virtually stopped working inside the home. I coach a sport! That, actually, feels like a strike against me instead of one in my favor... despite how invigorating it is when the team comes together. It's hard not to feel worthless when I am so afraid that if I show my true self to the people around me, it will hurt my children, bring shame to my family and distance my husband from me. Pretending is a painful way to live.
Anyway, it's the silence that hurts me. I wish I had relationships that validate my past experiences, but even my friends when I was being abused... didn't know about the abuse.
I found this video because I'm really enjoying TedTalks on Youtube, and I think this man is experiencing some of the same issues I feel about being silenced and stigmatized for being a rape victim. Even people who might know about it, would never speak to me about it... like suicide, it's a conversation that takes place in hushed voices, behind closed doors and isn't brought up to the victim. Despite how much people might say to each other about it, they are usually very uncomfortable when the victim brings it up. Like rape, suicide is a conversation our country needs to bring out into the open.
I hope this video helps you. I hope it adds to the hope that I know you feel inside. I hope it opens up your perspective so you can include more choices for tomorrow.
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