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My mother believed I seduced her husband, even though my stepfather had me pinned to the bed, his hand over my mouth so I wouldn't scream.
My mother believed I seduced her husband, even though my stepfather had me pinned to the bed, his hand over my mouth so I wouldn't scream.
Despite my mother's vociferous insistence, self-esteem issues, and vicious beatings to the contrary, I still managed to escape childhood with the belief that it was not my fault that my dad molested me, right?
On my way home from the hospital, I was stopped at a red light only to see the man responsible for my stay at the other side.
The one I love is pregnant now, and I should be horrified and angry at their rapist, but somehow it's nice that we can have a kid despite my vasectomy.
Today, I found out my boyfriend was raped exactly one month ago through his post on a public blog.
The next morning, I told myself it wasn't rape if the next time was consensual, but I was wrong.
As my knife found his flesh, I never would have guessed that my would be rapist would later sue me for his medical bills.
It was disturbing to hear her say in an oddly cheerful voice, "I was raped last night."
The worst part about the rape is the way it's made the rest of my life about that one night.
Three days later, I couldn't see his eyes, only his sunglasses and smile, two things that he wasn't wearing when he tried to rape me.
I always tried to tell myself that it didn't matter, but it does.
I thought I could get over the experience until I started calling it "rape" in my head.
He molested my big sister and then 20 years later, he married my mom.
My current boyfriend saved me from being raped by my old boyfriend and he doesn't even know it.
I don't know if it qualified as rape, but I know it was wrong.
Nobody will ever believe that I lost my virginity to a rapist, because at the time I tried to deal with it by dating him for a month and pretending that it had all been my idea.
The rape is a lie, but I wish it happened so I had a real reason for hating him.
My rapist went to jail and was released early for "good behavior.".
I was an 18-year-old virgin when I was raped by a married Mexican in a Cancun nightclub.
I told them all I was raped, when the only assault that occured was that of my mind against my body.