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There are some things that I am coming to realize about my mother….


And they are not pretty.  When I was a small child my mother and father were together.  From the stories I have been told, he beat on her a lot.  I was far to young to ever remember something like that.  But I have it on good authority that he is an abusive man and an alcoholic.  I do not doubt that she suffered a great deal at his hands.

Some background for any of you that don’t know these things about me: I am a middle child.  I have an older sister and a younger brother.  We all three have different fathers.  When I was about 6 my stepdad adopted me.

I have come to realize as I have gotten older that the only reason that this happened was so that my father would not access to me and would not make my mother and sister scared anymore.  It is possibly so that he would not hurt me like he hurt them, but I don’t know.  I have to assume that they did what they thought was in my best interests.

When I was 5 my brother was born.  My sister is 8 years older than I am.  Mom and Dad went out a lot and left my sister in charge.  Would have been great except that my sister resented me for having been born and making her not be the only child anymore and she resented me for being “his” daughter and the reason mom kept him in our lives for so long.  She told me once when she was 16 or so that she really hated me when I was born.  People say that sticks and stones can’t hurt you but these words play back in a person’s mind and they do something horrible to the soul.

As I was growing up my mother would use my father as a threat.  If I did not go along with what she wanted me to do or act how she wanted me to act then she would threaten to make me go live with him.  From the horrible things that I was told about him, I did not want that.

My sister and her Daddy were always very close.  My brother was the son my mother had always wanted.  I was the middle child and all I had was my mother.  I was not my dad’s child by blood…just the one that he had to take ownership of. Of course, I am sure, he resented me for that.  So here I was this middle child with no one in this world to intervene for me but my mother.

About the time that I was 8 or 9 is when it started.  My sister moved out and moved in to live with her Daddy.  Mom and my sister had some really bad arguments but mom never beat on her.  My sister had a Daddy she could count on and who would defend her.  My brother was only like 3 or 4 so he couldn’t possibly do anything to warrant a beating.  But I could.  I was the daughter of the bastard who beat on her and no one could or would stop her from beating on me.  Belts, paint stir sticks, hands….whatever was handy.  It started and was worst when I would bring home bad grades.  Looking back now, I am absolutely certain that I had some form of learning disability or even possibly have Asperger’s Syndrome, but she never cared enough to try to figure out what was going on, just the “what the hell is wrong with you?” and the beatings.  She would even tell me sometimes that somethings I did reminded her of Chuck (my biological father) and when I did those things she just wanted to kill me.  My mother told me she wanted to kill me.  I was just a child.  Sticks and stones DO hurt.  And they replay over and over inside of a person’s soul.

When I was 13 we move to Cincinnati.  It got worse when we lived there.  It got much worse.  When I was 14 there was an incident where my mother’s cousin was coming to visit and my mother got angry with me for eating the last honey bun.  I had not, but she called me a liar and beat me with her belt.  She left welts and bruises up and down my legs.  She will swear to this day that I over exaggerated it and that this did not happen how I said it did, but she lies.  She doesn’t actually lie, but stretches it so far that she might as well lie.

She was always angry with me.  There would be brief periods of time when I would feel like we were finally going to get along and that she would protect me, but then she would turn on me again.  Almost as if she got off on the bait and switch she was playing with me.  When I was in 6th grade “dad” called me a bitch because I had teased my hair up and had it in the current style.  We were going to the father/daughter dance and I was getting ready.  She defended me on this.  Then she never did again.  There were so many times he would call me that name under his breath and she would say it did not count if it was under his breath.

When she beat me that time about the hunny bun, I wore shorts to school.  The school called CPS on her but they did nothing to protect me.  I went home with a friend because I was scared to go home.  I was terrified she would play the perfect mother and call me a liar and they would let her off the hook, so I ran away.  Well they found me and CPS did let them off the hook and they chose to make my life worse because of this.

From that point on I had to hear her tell me how I called CPS on her and that I was not abused….that those kids whose parents do things like burn or scald them or cut on them or all of these other horrible things, those were the ones that were abused.  She would tell me I had it so great compared to them and I needed to appreciate it.

We moved back to Indiana when I was 15.  We moved to Terre Haute which is where we lived when my boyfriend at the time raped me.  My mother walked in on that and did not even consider that it could have been anything other than her no good worthless daughter being a whore.  And she treated me accordingly.

There is a pattern of abuse throughout my life but she refuses to acknowledge that she has ever done anything to harm or hurt me.  It is very possible that I have Asperger’s or some other condition.  Whether this condition is something that is genetic like Asperger’s or something that is resultant of her abuse of me, I don’t know.  I do know that I have PTSD.  I have a severe case of PTSD from the abuse, the rapes and the miscarriages.  I have a pattern of letting people be mean to me because I am afraid.  Not because they scare me but I am so conditioned to be afraid.

She stole my son from me when he was just over a year old.  She was pushing me and I sent him to his father’s for the night so that I could have the night to figure things out.  I went to my best friend’s house and my mother showed up there with her best friend and my sister and told me to get my “shit” out of my car, which was in her name (another control mechanism she used on me) and left me on my best friend’s doorstep telling her that I was her problem now.  She stranded me and got his father to bring him to her and then never let me have him back.  In effect, she kidnapped my son.  I was so terrified of her that I could not fight even though it was tearing my heart out.

I  had lost my job and I had lost my apartment and when I needed my mother to help me, she cast me to the wolves and took the one thing that meant anything to me.  I want to hate her.  I want to cut her out of my life, but here is the thing….even though I know that I am much better than that and I KNOW I do not need her approval or even really want it, I still long for her love.  It makes me so very sad because I know that she will never love me.  She will always punish me for the blood that runs in my veins.  She takes that tone with me and I feel how much she doesn’t care.  I feel her lack of love.  She can say I love you and make you very aware that she does not in the same breath.  These are the hurts that I carry in my soul.  These are the things I have in my mind when I lay down to try to go to sleep at night.  I am so tired of feeling so very worthless and unloveable.  And I am tired of no one listening to me or believing me that she did these things to me.

I told my sister recently and she did not even believe me.  My mother has the family so convinced that I am a drama queen that no one will even listen to me, much less take me seriously.  I have realized that my mother is an evil person.  I just don’t know how to fight her and her money and lawyers.  But I will say that the day my son turns 18 and is graduated from school I will tell her everything that I have held back.

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OVER IT by Eve Ensler.


This is copied from the Huffington Post site.  This article was not written by me.  This was written by the brilliant Ms. Eve Ensler.  I read this and had to share it with you guys.  I am over it too.  I agree with the OCCUPYRAPE part.  Countdown to Vday 2013.  I will be sharing this with my support group when it gets started.  We are getting closer to that time!

 

I am over rape.

I am over rape culture, rape mentality, rape pages on Facebook.

I am over the thousands of people who signed those pages with their real names without shame.

I am over people demanding their right to rape pages, and calling it freedom of speech or justifying it as a joke.

I am over people not understanding that rape is not a joke and I am over being told I don’t have a sense of humor, and women don’t have a sense of humor, when most women I know (and I know a lot) are really fucking funny. We just don’t think that uninvited penises up our anus, or our vagina is a laugh riot.

I am over how long it seems to take anyone to ever respond to rape. I am over Facebook taking weeks to take down rape pages.

I am over the hundreds of thousands of women in Congo still waiting for the rapes to end and the rapists to be held accountable.

I am over the thousands of women in Bosnia, Burma, Pakistan, South Africa, Guatemala, Sierra Leone, Haiti, Afghanistan, Libya, you name a place, still waiting for justice.

I am over rape happening in broad daylight.

I am over the 207 clinics in Ecuador supported by the government that are capturing, raping, and torturing lesbians to make them straight.

I am over one in three women in the U.S military (Happy Veterans Day!) getting raped by their so-called “comrades.”

I am over the forces that deny women who have been raped the right to have an abortion.

I am over the fact that after four women came forward with allegations that Herman Cain groped them and grabbed them and humiliated them, he is still running for the President of the United States.

And I’m over CNBC debate host Maria Bartiromo getting booed when she asked him about it. She was booed, not Herman Cain.

Which reminds me, I am so over the students at Penn State who protested the justice system instead of the alleged rapist pedophile of at least 8 boys, or his boss Joe Paterno, who did nothing to protect those children after knowing what was happening to them.

I am over rape victims becoming re-raped when they go public.

I am over starving Somalian women being raped at the Dadaab refugee camp in Kenya, and I am over women getting raped at Occupy Wall Street and being quiet about it because they were protecting a movement which is fighting to end the pillaging and raping of the economy and the earth, as if the rape of their bodies was something separate.

I am over women still being silent about rape, because they are made to believe it’s their fault or they did something to make it happen.

I am over violence against women not being a #1 international priority when one out of three women will be raped or beaten in her lifetime — the destruction and muting and undermining of women is the destruction of life itself. No women, no future, duh.

I am over this rape culture where the privileged with political and physical and economic might, take what and who they want, when they want it, as much as they want, any time they want it. I am over the endless resurrection of the careers of rapists and sexual exploiters — film directors, world leaders, corporate executives, movie stars, athletes — while the lives of the women they violated are permanently destroyed, often forcing them to live in social and emotional exile.

I am over the passivity of good men. Where the hell are you? You live with us, make love with us, father us, befriend us, brother us, get nurtured and mothered and eternally supported by us, so why aren’t you standing with us? Why aren’t you driven to the point of madness and action by the rape and humiliation of us?

I am over years and years of being over rape.

And thinking about rape every day of my life since I was 5-years-old.

And getting sick from rape, and depressed from rape, and enraged by rape.

And reading my insanely crowded inbox of rape horror stories every hour of every single day.

I am over being polite about rape.

It’s been too long now, we have been too understanding.

We need to OCCUPYRAPE in every school, park, radio, TV station, household, office, factory, refugee camp, military base, back room, night club, alleyway, courtroom, UN office. We need people to truly try and imagine — once and for all — what it feels like to have your body invaded, your mind splintered, your soul shattered.

We need to let our rage and our compassion connect us so we can change the paradigm of global rape.

 There are approximately one billion women on the planet who have been violated.

ONE BILLION WOMEN.

The time is now.

Prepare for the escalation.

Today it begins, moving toward February 14, 2013, when one billion women will rise to end rape.

 Because we are over it.

How am I feeling now?


Well I am glad that you asked.  I am actually feeling pretty good.  I am sorry I have not posted a lot lately.  Things have been CRAZY busy.  The month of October usually is.  I finally finished my son’s blanket (which is fracking awesome!).  I have started saying Frack a lot instead of Fuck in an effort to curb the cursing.  I have gotten put on new medications which will hopefully take care of my lower regions medical woes and get me back to feeling better.  I am going onto a new med which should facilitate weight loss (YAY!) and the world seems to be looking up.

I have been doing a lot of house cleaning the past few days.  I spent 4 hours on laundry last night folding, hanging up, putting away, washing, drying….blah.  I have been doing dishes more regularly and making myself be up and moving around cooking and whatnot when I get home so that I don’t get as stiff. 

I am still looking to start that support group.  Any ideas on flyers or posters?  I am going to a retreat with my hubby next month for survivors (our anniversary weekend) and am hoping to get some good information there.

I did miss my cultural sensitivity training from INCASA.  I had to go to the dentist.  Actually, the first time in 13 years.  Pretty good though.  Only 3 cavities.  I knew I had periodontal disease but we are getting that treated and working towards keeping my teeth in my mouth where they belong.  So far so good.  I am glad I finally decided to go.  I don’t know why I was so scared to.

Anyways, I am going to try to get on here more to post about relevant topics to this blog.  I just wanted  you to all know that I did not forget about you.  I appreciate each and every one of you.  I keep getting more and more subscribers and followers on twitter.  I feel blessed to be doing something that can help make a difference, even if only to one person.

Please give me ideas for posts.  If you would like to see me write about something, let me know.  You can either leave it in a comment here or email it to  me at whereismyreallife@gmail.com and I will try to write about every topic I get.  I will also give credit to the requestor.

Thank you all for reading my blog.  Thank you for being there for me.  Thank you for letting me be there for you.

Love and light,

Lucky

P.S. I have recently realized that somehow after all that has come before in my life, my rose colored glasses do seem to be pretty much still intact.  Some small cracks and some days I cannot find them, but for the most part I win.

It is strange the things you remember….


Like I remember that the night that Chaun raped me I was wearing a pair of navy blue stirrup pants and a grey Georgetown Bulldogs sweatshirt.  I don’t know why I remember that…but I do….

Does anyone else out there have minor insignificant details that they remember when other things just seem to be lost to you?

Delving deeper into the past….When you meet a wolf in sheep’s clothing, how do you know?


Recently I have been given the opportunity to help someone who is going to be giving a talk to forensics students.  She will be giving them information on how forensics is so very important in real life.  I offered to share my story with her.  In doing so, I made an offer to delve deeper into the way that a 15 year old girl went from virgin and trusting to dating and being molested against her will to ultimately giving this boy her virginity and then finally being raped by this boy who she thought loved her.  This is going to be a very emotional post.  I apologize ahead of time if any of this doesn’t make sense.  I am going to do the very best I can to keep it together and give it a good flow.

When I was 15 we moved to Terre Haute, Indiana from Cincinnati, Ohio.  I was going into my sophomore year at a new school and was worried about not knowing anyone and being the “odd girl out”.  I had never really had a lot of friends.  I was kind of the girl that everyone picked on for a long time.  When school started I was pleasantly surprised to find myself in the center of a group of friends that had known each other for a very long time.  They accepted me in and made me one of them.  Things seemed to be going wonderfully.  That fall I was dating this guy…this really sweet, nice, good looking and semi rich guy.  He was so great but I did not have a “spark” with him.  While I was going out with him, another guy asked me out.  This guy smoked, listened to rock, was a real bad ass.  I, of course, dumped the nice guy for the bad boy.

The bad boy was risky.  He was dangerous.  He was from a poorer family.  My family was reasonably well to do.  We dated for a while.  I remember going to the bowling alley where my parents were on a league.  I remember him sitting behind me as I did my homework.  I remember him putting his hands up my shirt and me pushing him off and him doing it again.  I remember asking him repeatedly to stop.  I remember him trying to put his hands down my pants. I remember the guy at the library who saw and instead of helping me, he just leered lewdly and I couldn’t make the boyfriend stop it.  I remember him telling me how he just loved me so much that he couldn’t keep his hands off of me.  When you are 15 and some guy tells you how much he loves you, you do not think to question it.  You do not think that there is possibly another reason for him to say it.  I was learning how to be a woman but I didn’t even really know what that meant.  We went out for a while.  I can’t even remember how long it was.  I do remember that my brother asked us to come in his room and I couldn’t get him to leave me alone.  My brother left the room and when he came back in my boyfriend had his hands down my pants.  I was trying to get him to stop but he wouldn’t.  My brother still gives me hell about this even 18 years later.  He makes me out to be some kind of wanton whore.  He was too little.  He didn’t know what was going on and I couldn’t make my boyfriend stop.  I didn’t know what to do.  I didn’t have anyone to tell me that this was wrong.  I didn’t have anyone that I could talk to without judgment.

At Christmas that year he asked me to marry him.  I thought for sure that I knew that this was the man that I was going to be spending the rest of my life with.  In January that year my parents were going to a concert and I agreed to let him come over.  We had decided that that was going to be THE night.  It was over before it started.  I barely felt anything at all and he did not bother trying to make me feel good.  A few weeks later we did it again and it was just as bad.  I thought that I would not ever like sex because it really wasn’t as great as people made it out to be.  Then that fateful night happened.

February 16th.  His 16th birthday.  We went out to dinner with his parents and a few of our friends.  My mom had made a cake for him for his birthday.  We got back to my house and he and I went upstairs to watch TV in my room.  We were watching TV and he asked me if we could have sex.  I said no.  My family was home and I couldn’t take that chance.  I told him that I really did not want to.  I told him that if we close the door mom and dad will get mad.  I do not remember how it happened but somehow he ended up on top of me on the floor on the opposite side of my bed from the door.  My mom walked in and thought that we were just having sex.  I didn’t know how to tell her that it was not what it seemed like.  I did not know how to tell her that I did not want to have sex but he made me do it.  Then she called me a whore, a slut, a bitch….pretty much everything but a white girl.  Making me feel like I was worthless.  Making me know that I was nothing.

After this happened I went to school the next day and I told our friends what had happened. The bad thing is that they were OUR friends.  Exactly 2 of them believed me.  Out of a large group only 2 believed me.  This made me feel even worse.  I was to the point where I was seriously considering the fact that the world would be a much better place without me.  I never reported what happened.  I did not believe that anyone would believe me.  I didn’t know if I even believed me.

There was a friend who did help me out and did make me feel better and showed me that I was worthy and I was worth more than what I believed.  This friend, who ended up being my boyfriend for almost 2 years , saved my life.  He was there for me when I lost the baby that resulted from the rape.  He taught me how to accept physical love again.  We did not end up being together for life but I do have him to thank for saving my life and I am grateful.

I will write more later.  I am too emotional to continue writing right now.  Love and light to you all.

Rapist Checklist


I compiled this list from a forums group I was involved in previously.  I think that this is something that can help validate and explain what rape really is:
This is something that I have found in the forums of my support group and it has been very validating and helpful for me.  I thought that I would send this out to the people that I care about in hopes that this can make it out to other people who may need the confirmation and validation that this has helped me with.  NO ONE deserves to be raped or brutalized in any way.  Our bodies are our own and NO ONE has the right to do anything to us or to our body that we do not want.  We will be VICTIMS NO MORE!  It is time that we make a stand and take back our lives.  *If you have any questions or comments please do not hesitate to leave them in the comments!  My husband and I have had some pretty major discussions about this.

The Rapist Checklist

Things to remember…

1. You are a rapist if you get a girl drunk and have sex with her.

2. You are a rapist if you find a drunk girl and have sex with her.

3. You are a rapist if you get yourself drunk too and have sex with her. Your drunkenness is no excuse.

4. If you are BOTH drunk you may still be a rapist.

5. If she’s alternating between puking her guts out and passing out in the bed then you’re a rapist.

6. If she’s sleeping and you have sex with her you’re a rapist.

7. If she’s unconscious and you have sex with her then you’re a rapist.

8. If she’s taking sleeping pills and doesn’t wake up when you have sex with her then you’re a rapist.

9. If she is incapacitated in any way and unable to say ‘Yes’ then you’re a rapist.

10. If you drug her then you’re a rapist.

11. If you find a drugged girl and have sex with her then you’re a rapist.

12. If you don’t bother to ask her permission and she says neither ‘Yes’ nor ‘No’ then you could be a rapist.

13. You are a rapist if you ‘nag’ her for sex. Because you manage to ply an eventual ‘yes’ from a weary victim doesn’t mean it’s not rape. You are a rapist.

14. You are a rapist if you try to circumvent her “No” by talking her into it. She’s not playing hard to get, and, even if she IS it’s not YOUR responsibility to ‘get’ her. You’re still a rapist.

15. You are a rapist if you manipulate her into sex when she doesn’t otherwise want it. If you say, “If you loved me you’d do X” then you’re a rapist. If you say, “All the other kids are doing it!” then you’re a rapist.

16. If you threaten her, or act in a way that SHE thinks you’re threatening her, then you’re a rapist. If you puff up and get loud and frustrated while trying to ‘talk’ her into sex then you’re a rapist.

17. You are a rapist if you don’t immediately get your hands off of her when she says ‘no’. You are a rapist if you take your hands off of her and then put them back ON her after 10 minutes and she eventually ‘gives in’ to this tactic.

18. You are a rapist if you won’t let her sleep peacefully without waking her every 15 minutes asking her for sex. Sleep deprivation is a form of torture and YOU are a rapist.

19. If you’re necking with her and you’re naked and you’ve already gone down on her and she says ‘No’ to sex with you and you have sex with her anyway then you’re a rapist.

20. If you’re engaged in intercourse and she says ‘No’ at ANY point and you don’t immediately stop then you’re a rapist.

21. If she said “Yes” to sex with a condom and that condom breaks and you proceed anyway then you’re a rapist.

22. If she picked you up at a bar looking for sex and then decides that she doesn’t WANT sex and you continue then you’re a rapist.

23. If she changes her mind at ANY point for ANY reason and you don’t immediately back off or you try to talk her into it and get sex anyway then you’re a rapist.

24. If you don’t hit her and she says ‘No’ you’re still a rapist.

25. If you don’t have a knife or a gun or a garrote and she says ‘No’ then you’re still a rapist.

26. If you’re a friend of hers you can still be a rapist.

27. If you had sex with her the night before but she doesn’t want morning sex and you pressure her for it anyway then you’re a rapist.

28. If you’re her husband you can still be a rapist.

29. If it’s your wedding night and she doesn’t WANT to have sex with you and you force or coerce her anyway then you’re a rapist.

30. If she’s had sex with you hundreds of times before but doesn’t want to on the 101st time then you’re a rapist.

31. If you penetrate her anally, orally or digitally against her will then YOU my friend, are ALSO a rapist.

32. Women do not owe you sex.

33. Buying her dinner does not entitle you to sex.

34. Paying her mortgage does not entitle you to sex.

35. Buying her clothing does not entitle you to sex.

36. Buying her lingerie does not entitle you to sex. It also doesn’t mean that she has any obligation to wear that lingerie around you.

37. Spending any amount of money on her does not, ever, entitles you to sex.

38. Seeing her legs or cleavage does not entitle you to sex.

39. If she ‘turns you on’ you’re not entitled to sex.

40. If she has had sex with every man in a 10 square mile radius and she doesn’t want to have sex with you and you have sex with her anyway, then you’re a rapist.

41. Her clothing is not a reason for you to rape her. Her LACK of clothing is no reason to rape her. If she’s wearing a thong and pasties you STILL have no right to rape her.

42. If she’s a prostitute and she says “No” then you’re a rapist.

43. If she’s a stripper and she says “No” then you’re a rapist. Likewise, if she’s a stripper and she’s been rubbing against your genitals all night long and you follow her to her car and have sex with her against her will then you are ALSO a rapist.

44. If you watch a woman being raped without calling the authorities then you’re as bad as a rapist and you may also be a rapist yourself.

45. If you don’t fight rape then you accept rape.

46. If you don’t believe a woman when she says she was raped then you’re encouraging rape.

47. If you choose to remain friends with a man who raped a woman you are encouraging rape.

48. If you confess to the authorities that you raped a woman it does not exonerate you. You are not suddenly a model of good behavior.

49. If you ‘only’ raped one woman, you’re STILL a rapist.

50. You cannot tell who is a rapist by the way they look. Rapists are your friends, your brothers, your fathers and you won’t know it.

51. Do not get frustrated with a woman if she doesn’t trust you. SHE already knows that rapists don’t wear signs on their foreheads. Something you think is innocuous SHE may find terrifying.

52. If you have been dating for a year and you are both naked and she says no and you still do, even though you did not hit her and she just lies there, then you are a rapist. Saying “I love you” does not make it go away.   Proposing after rape, doesn’t make it NOT RAPE.

53. If you bother and pursue a girl until you “wear her down” enough to be alone and then do not ask permission to have sex with her and/or ignore her “No,” then you are a rapist.

54. Long-time friendship does not eliminate you as a rapist. Crying and guilt tripping a woman/man with manipulation to isolate him/her and then ignoring their “No”, makes you a rapist.

55. If you are having sex with someone and they say no, and you stop, and then try again 2 minutes later by shoving your genitals in her/his face, you are a rapist.

56. When you force her to have sex with you and you apologize and she forgives you, you still raped her.

57. If she is high and says no and you call it “rough sex” because she was “too messed up to know what was going on, it is still rape!!!!

58. If he penetrates you with his finger or his tongue, after nagging and guilt-tripping you into saying yes, then it is still rape (even if your legal system says it’s only rape if he penetrates you with his penis).

59. If you have sex with someone younger than the age of consent, it is rape and it is your responsibility to check that you are always within the laws about under-age sex … no matter how old she or he looks, or acts, or whether they seem to want it or not, or how mature they are, having sex with a child is rape and being a child is defined only by time on this earth, not anything else.

60. If you change your mind and stop before you are ‘finished’ you STILL raped her

61. Claiming that “it just slipped in” does NOT exonerate you either. It is still rape

62. If someone you victimized has the courage to take you to court and you’re found not guilty, it does not mean you’re innocent, it just means that the low conviction rate in your country was on your side, and that’s all. You still know what you did and it is still rape.

63. Someone having the guts to report you or “out” you to friends and/or family for rape does not entitle you to stalk and harass them into being quiet. Nor does it entitle you to play God with their life. Take your lumps for a change if you are guilty, stop justifying your actions, and pay up.

64. If you are part of a group of people, and as a group you choose to rape someone, each and every one of you is a rapist. It is not OK to say later that the leader of the group “talked you into it” or that you were “scared” of what the leader would do if you refused. Think of what the victim had to deal with.   “Pack mentality” or “mob mentality” does NOT excuse rape.

65. If you are with one other man or woman, and the two of you rape someone, you are also a rapist, even if you are not the leader. It is not OK to say that “well, I was not acting on my own, not my fault.”

66. If you coerce someone into sex out of fear that you will harm a child in his or her care, you are a rapist. Example: breaking into a stranger’s house and demanding sex or you will kill the baby.

67.  If you rape a man or boy, you are a rapist. Rape victimizes both genders.

68. If you are female and you force someone of either gender to have sex against their will, you are a rapist.

69. If you regret it afterwards, if you turn yourself in, if you “find God,” you have still raped someone.

70. If you demand sex and state that if you do not get it, you will kill the victim or his or her friends or family, you are a rapist.

71. If you are a teenager or adult, not a child, and you shun a rape survivor for acting strange when you know that he or she was assaulted, you are not a rapist but you are not acting like a good person either.

72. If a kid lays there and doesn’t protest, it is still rape.

73. If she has played with kinky/rough sex before, it is not an excuse to call her protests a game, or anything else other than rape.

74. If you hear someone begging you to stop hurting them while you take what you want, you are a rapist.

75. If someone says “no”, but you MAKE her/him say “yes”, you are still a rapist.

76. You are a rapist if you make the person say “they like it” even when you can clearly see them crying and you know they already said “no”, just b/c you force them to say “they want it”, you are still a rapist.

77. If you hold someone down so that someone else can have sex with them, then you’re just as bad as a rapist.

78. If you know that someone doesn’t want to have sex, even if you were both playing around and having fun earlier, and you have sex with them anyway, then you’re a rapist. Even if that person never tells you that, you still are.

79. If you do not “finish” it does not mean it was not rape.

80. If she gets aroused it does not mean she wanted it. It’s still rape.

81. If she’s 15 and you’re 40 and she says yes because she’s scared and confused, it is still rape

82. If the person you are engaging in sexual activity with is your wife and she feels obligated because you have made it sound as if there is something wrong with her if she doesn’t, but you can see she doesn’t really want to, and you do it anyway, you are a rapist.

83. If you are hurting the person you are engaging in sex with to the point that they are crying, even if that person is your wife, you are a rapist! Just because you are married to someone does not give you the right to hurt that person physically. Wives are not possessions to be used like a cheep pair of shoes!

84. If you take advantage of a person who has physical and/or mental disabilities and is unable to comprehend or say the word “no,” but has not consented, you are a rapist.

85. If you have sex with someone who is sick enough that he or she cannot consent, you are a rapist.

86. A person with disabilities and/or serious illness does not owe you sex just b/c you spend a lot of time caring for him or her. A person with physical disabilities is not “responsible” for being raped due to her or his inability to physically resist sex or leave the room.

87. If you use your power as an authority figure, doctor, “man of the cloth,” teacher, to force someone to have sex or there will be awful consequences, such as going to Hell, you are a rapist.

88. If you are a doctor and you have sex with a patient who is helpless due to anesthesia or other drugs, you are a rapist.

89. If you coerce a person into having sex as “protection” against something worse, such as danger in wartime or rape by an unknown group of people, you are a rapist.

90. You are a rapist if you rape someone due to her or his engaging in behaviors you find “exciting,” such as homosexuality, cross-dressing, etc.

91. You are a rapist if you rape someone from an ethnic/racial group different from yours as a way of dehumanizing that person or her or his relatives/ethnic group.

92. You are a rapist if you force someone who is incarcerated or under investigation by a government to have sex for fear of dire consequences to the person or his or her friends or family.

93. You are a rapist if you force a prisoner or helpless person to “choose” between rape and some other form of torture.

94. You are a rapist if you rape someone as “punishment” for “disobeying” your religion or family’s or society’s rules about women’s roles. For example, not being “quiet” and “modest” enough, not “praying” hard enough, and choosing to date someone that she wants.

95. You are a rapist if you rape a man or boy to damage his self-esteem or make him look “weak” in front of family, friends, or others.

96. If there is not enough evidence for a trial, if the rape survivor tries to press charges but does not obtain a conviction, if she or he is subjected to victim blame, if the whole world thinks you are “nice” and “upstanding” and “loving” and “would never hurt a fly” – you are still a rapist.

97. Lack of evidence for a trial does not wipe away rape. Neither does your good standing in the community or your ability to hire a slick defense attorney who makes the survivor look bad.

98. If the rape survivor copes with the aftermath in ways that make her or him look “bad” or “crazy,” such as having emotional problems, needing a hospitalization, being self-destructive, or being “promiscuous,” you are a rapist.

99. If the rape survivor recants due to intense pressure from family or the threats you or others make, you are still a rapist.

100. If you victimize someone who is vulnerable due to poverty, mental illness, or homelessness, you are a rapist.

101. Even if you use a condom it is still rape when she is yelling ‘no.’

102. If your victim sues you, and you get the case dismissed you are still a rapist

103. Even if a jury says you are innocent you are still a rapist

104. Even if your victim can get into trouble for calling you a rapist (libel/defamation) you are still a rapist

105. Even if your parents brought you up that way you and they are still rapists

106. Even if you made your victim choose how she was to be raped you are still a rapist

107. you are a rapist if you had sex with someone that does not want it. period.

108. If you talked a naive nurse fresh out of college during the 1960s who was a virgin from a small Midwestern farm town with bad acne into believing that sex will clear up her skin, and YOU will administer the treatment, then do so even when she changes her mind and tries to leave by pushing her down and saying “This will only take a minute” while she keeps saying no, NO, NO! and while in excruciating pain from you taking her physical virginity away from her – it’s rape.

109. It is STILL rape even if she went back and did it again with you willingly a week later because she was confused, and even if you told her when she worried about getting pregnant after, “Don’t worry, I’ll just get you a back alley abortion, no big deal.”

110. It is STILL rape even if she couldn’t call it that, instead saying it was her “first time” and “a bad date” with “someone who was rude and inconsiderate” for 36 years after it happened, until she could finally call it what it was when her own daughter told her she’d been raped at the same age… with eerily similar factors involved in a few places, even though they had totally different and unrelated preps.

111. It is STILL rape just like it was and still is rape when you did it to all the other naive girls you fed the same bullshit to and took advantage of before you did it to my mother, you son of a bitch!

112. If you choose to disbelieve someone who has told you they were raped, you might as well be a rapist.

113. Even if your victim can’t say your name, can’t say out loud what you really are, can’t say out loud what really happened that night, still believes that she is more at fault than you, you are still one

114. If you know she’s frightened of you, you could be a rapist.

115. If you know you’re hurting her and don’t stop, you could be a rapist.

116: If you force yourself to believe that you want(ed) it because at the time it was easier for you to believe that than it would have been to believe you didn’t want it, it was still rape. Forcing yourself to believe you want it is not the same as actually wanting it.

117. If you made sure she was asleep when you got what you wanted, you are a rapist. If you laughed when she woke up and said she was in pain, you are a rapist.

118. If you forced her/his body to orgasm, it’s still rape, and YOU are most certainly, a RAPIST. That orgasm is no proof that it’s consensual sex. That orgasm means you’ve touched when and where you were not welcomed, and for far too long.

119. If you did not achieve or sustain an erection, but put your penis, fingers, tongue, object, etc., where it did NOT belong, it was RAPE as well. **NOTE: Your dysfunction does NOT give you an excuse to rape in these ways. Yes, yes, yes – you are most definitely a RAPIST.

Love and acceptance


It has taken me a very long time to get to where I am ok with who and what I am.  For me to get to the point where I do not feel that I need the approval or acceptance of anyone but myself.  My question to you is, have you come to this place yet?

I apologize to you, my readers, because this post and all posts this weekend are likely to be very short.  My kiddo is home for the weekend and I do not really feel that comfortable writing about this subject matter with him here.  This is a part of my life that he does not know about and that I do not know if he ever will.  Just like the babies that I never got to hold in my arms because my body could not hold them.  There are some things that are better left not filling a 13 year old’s mind.  Maybe someday I will tell him what I have come through. Maybe.

Who would have ever thought that this would happen to me again ….


Ok…so I know it has been a very long time since I have been here. Things have been crazy. My husband cheated on me and I moved out, got divorced, bought a house, got a car…lots of changes. It all started last year in February. February 20th to be exact. After a few months of being on my own I still felt kind of guilty but I decided to go onto a dating site. A friend of mine recommended it. So I took her advice and went on there. I met some guys online there, not in person. Then there was one. There was one who seemed so sweet. So into me. He was bringing his little boy with him, so I figured this had to be safe. I mean…there was going to be a child there. I was wrong. My mind didn’t register until two days later what had happened to me. It was like I went into shut down. My words were there telling him no I didnt’ want to do it. But I was in shock and was not able to fight back. I never thought that it would happen again to me. Funny that I am sitting here at my desk at work writing this on the day that is the 15th anniversary of the first time that I was violated by a man I chose to let into my life. I am shaky and I am sad today. I don’t want to be around ppl today and I work in consumer relations. What a great combo right? I tried to find a support group here in my town, but surprise surprise…my town does not have ANY Rape Support Groups. Nothing. Not one. I am disgusted with this town and with this life right now. I just can’t believe it happened again…
*This was originally posted on Pandora’s Aquarium on February 16th, 2009.