Post by nomorewirehanger on Jun 6, 2016 19:06:54 GMT -7
Literally has me shaking in anger.
Because I was that girl.
Minor differences. I was 17. And it was Mardi Gras not a frat party. I got fucked up out with my friends beyond all belief. Ran into the much older boy my parents didn't know I'd been talking to on the phone and worked with. (He was 22 or 23 I believe)
A bunch of our friends went back to my house where we drank more. Everyone left and he stayed.
He swore I gave consent. He swore to me I was all about it.
Except my brother said I passed out on the couch and the guy carried me upstairs to me room.
I don't remember if I said yes. I may have? I don't know because I was so fucked up the last thing I remember is us all laughing at a bootleg copy if southpark because we didn't have cable at my house. (My brother says that was an hour before I crashed)
I woke up not a virgin anymore with blood all over my sheets the next morning. I threw them away and didn't speak of that again even when he dumped me two days later. Even when my brother worriedly asked me what happened that night. It took an eating disorder coming to a head and forced therapy by my college nurse two years later to get the words "I think I was raped" to come out of my mouth.
I even let another guy I'd dated prior lie for years to anyone in our hometown who would listen about the night he and I "did it"... because that was easier than the truth.
And this brave girl is being drunk shamed. Slut shamed. Forced to relive it in court. And then they gave the fucker six months. The comments blaming the alcohol are the most infuriating. Being drunk is not an excuse to rape and does not give someone permission to rape you.
And I just want to scream until they do the right thing and lock that little fucker away until his dick falls off.
Because I was that girl.
Minor differences. I was 17. And it was Mardi Gras not a frat party. I got fucked up out with my friends beyond all belief. Ran into the much older boy my parents didn't know I'd been talking to on the phone and worked with. (He was 22 or 23 I believe)
A bunch of our friends went back to my house where we drank more. Everyone left and he stayed.
He swore I gave consent. He swore to me I was all about it.
Except my brother said I passed out on the couch and the guy carried me upstairs to me room.
I don't remember if I said yes. I may have? I don't know because I was so fucked up the last thing I remember is us all laughing at a bootleg copy if southpark because we didn't have cable at my house. (My brother says that was an hour before I crashed)
I woke up not a virgin anymore with blood all over my sheets the next morning. I threw them away and didn't speak of that again even when he dumped me two days later. Even when my brother worriedly asked me what happened that night. It took an eating disorder coming to a head and forced therapy by my college nurse two years later to get the words "I think I was raped" to come out of my mouth.
I even let another guy I'd dated prior lie for years to anyone in our hometown who would listen about the night he and I "did it"... because that was easier than the truth.
And this brave girl is being drunk shamed. Slut shamed. Forced to relive it in court. And then they gave the fucker six months. The comments blaming the alcohol are the most infuriating. Being drunk is not an excuse to rape and does not give someone permission to rape you.
And I just want to scream until they do the right thing and lock that little fucker away until his dick falls off.
