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Post by Warrigal on Oct 7, 2018 21:04:02 GMT -5
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Post by tnthomas on Oct 7, 2018 22:20:22 GMT -5
For all the stereotypes that linger about women being too fragile or emotional I'm not seeing any evidence of those two stereotypes either in media or real life, for quite a long time. But yeah, there is a lot that adult children just don't share with their parents.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2018 20:39:50 GMT -5
Warrigal ~ The Wash. Post won't let me read the URL unless I pay.
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Post by Warrigal on Oct 9, 2018 21:08:25 GMT -5
Warrigal ~ The Wash. Post won't let me read the URL unless I pay. This is for you, Ruby. I've cut and pasted the whole article.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2018 11:15:36 GMT -5
Thanks for showing the whole article, Warrigal.
I've had 3 rape attempts in my life. The first was at age 14 by a family friend and member of my Catholic parish.* The other 2 were at parties when I was in my 20's and a date rape drug was slipped into my beer. I told my Dad and Mom about the first one and they went ballistic. So I never told anyone about the other two. Fortunately, on the last two occasions, I was rescued by male party goers I didn't know, but who saw the guy(s) dragging my drunken, stumbling self to their car(s).
I never told anyone about these instances. I did recently tell my DD who is now 40 years old and she told me that a drug was also slipped into her drink at a party. She was with a group of friends who saw what was happening and rescued her. (This took place 20 years ago and I never heard about it till now!)
*My mother did tell the Pastor about this and he didn't believe her. She believed he protected this man because he was president of the parish Holy Name Society. Now I know the truth about that. The priest was protecting "their priest pedophiles!"
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Post by louie on Oct 10, 2018 15:10:22 GMT -5
When my mother at the age of 69 told me that she had been raped by her uncles and then her own father... I shared with her that I too had been raped by my college boyfriend but couldn't say a word as he told everyone that he finally got to 'base' with me and I agreed to it. No...I did not.
I told her of the rape by the landlord's son a few years later and how I was thrown on the bed as the man raped me with my 2 week old son laying in his crib crying. I turned to look out the bedroom window as he told me if I resisted, he'd hurt my baby. I watched my husband pull in the driveway and see the landlord's son's truck and then back out and leave. He the ex-hubby was afraid the landlord's son had come for some rent that was due....Yeah, that man took what he felt was his to take...
That landlord's son died a horrid death stabbed by two meth heads 21 years later.
Despite those hurts, both my mother and I have done okay. Perhaps we are less tolerant of stupid people and hurtful men.
I didn't want to tell my mother. But she shared first and then it was okay.
I took that first rapist and locked him away in a cell in my mind. And that doesn't count the times I've fended off guys with assault in mind.
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Post by Warrigal on Oct 10, 2018 17:00:48 GMT -5
I hope this answers the people who wonder why women don't always rush to the police to report rapes. 9I remember reading Germaine Greer on this subject. She wrote something to the effect that unless the rapist victim severely injured and there is an incriminating trail of blood and semen leading the police to him, the chances of a conviction are next to zero.
Louie and Rubyk, you have my admiration for bearing your pain and humiliation in silence and I for one believe every word.
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