Trigger Warning: This post has graphic contents in subjects surrounding sexual assault. Consider the nature of this post before continuing reading. It is advised that those under the age of 13 and those who suffer past trauma with sexual assault may want to refrain from reading. Reader discretion is advised.
This is the world in which a Canadian policeman recently advised a group of students during a health and safety talk that “women should avoid dressing like sluts in order not to be victimized.”
– A Crime Upon A Crime, Rape, Victim Blaming and Stigma by Laura Bates.
Yes, in cold places like Canada and Pittsburgh, it’s so very easy to dress like a slut with mountains of snow and bone chilling wind. My friends and I make a joke of it now, but another friend of mine was dating this guy who once cautioned her, “You can’t take the bus in that tube top to Downtown! You’re going to get raped!”
Rape is very real. RAINN shows a statistic that one reported sexual assault happens every 2 minutes in the United States. Statistics can only reflect the cases that are reported. RAINN also reports that an estimated 97% of people who have committed sexual assault with not serve time for their crime. 54% of rapes still go unreported, standing as the silently suffering majority.
Why do these cases go unreported? There are many reasons, first being that victims are taught to be ashamed of being violated. Second, they are lead to the victim mentality that the rape / sexual assault was in some way their own fault. All because, “Society teaches don’t get raped, rather than don’t rape.” It asserts that sexual assault with always be a given, and it is our responsibility as women to don our habits and buckle up that Elizabethan collar, in order not to send the wrong message.
Another reason the majority of victims remain silent is because the crime was perpetrated by someone the victim knew. RAINN states that an estimated 2/3rds or 66.6% of rapes are committed by someone known to the victim. An even greater 73% of sexual assaults are perpetrated by someone familiar. And this is not exclusive to acquaintances and / or friends. 28% of reported cases are intimate.
Imagine the cases that go unreported between two people who were already intimate. There’s a joke that circulates among teenagers. Or at least it did when I was young. It was, “You can’t rape the willing.” As it turns out, you can. It can happen to anyone, anywhere, at anytime. I would say especially if two people are intimate. Because that is a place where grey rape exists the most.
Little shades of grey is what I call it. The greyscale of a nontraditional rape are all of the shades in between a sexual act that someone begrudgingly performed to violently screaming no, and everything in between.
Grey rape impacts me deeply, as I have mentioned in other posts. It took me a long time to realize that the sexual deviancy I had loathed myself for participating in for so many years wasn’t exactly that at all. It was in the broader scope of victimization under abuse. Sexual abuse is not just perpetrated by parental pedophiles with children as their victims. Sexual abuse can occur in any form of partnership, just as any other kind of abuse.
I have never had the courage to tell the full story to anyone in great detail, but today, I will speak out against rape and the people who commit grey rape regularly. It started with one incident. I was at a Valentine’s Day party, in the middle of a harsh Pittsburgh winter, and I was drunk. My on-again, off-again boyfriend, Beck led me to his room, a room with a bed we often shared on weekends. This was our second go at a relationship; the first being a four year relationship where I truly thought I’d marry this man. He was the first man I had ever slept with. And I would have trusted him with my life.
Things got heavy, and he asked me if I wanted to try something new. I was a rather adventurous girl so I asked, “What did you have in mind?”
He told me that he wanted to try anal. I was uncomfortable with the idea, because it sounded painful. He assured me it wouldn’t be if we took it slow. Hesitantly, I bent over, my rear in the air and my face to a cool pillow. He grabbed my hips and started gently. I gritted my teeth and told him it hurt. He assured me that it wouldn’t soon, that he just needed to get worked in. I asked him to stop, because the pain was increasing. “It hurts. Stop. Please stop now. Stop!”
He gripped my hips and started thrusting wildly at me. I started to screaming, “No, stop!” and he put one arm around my pelvis and another forcing my head, smothering my screams into a pillow. I violently screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping he would stop. Hoping that maybe someone would hear me. A part of me had hoped maybe he hadn’t heard me. Maybe this was a mistake.
Finally, it was over. I gasped for air as I lifted my head from the tear soaked pillow. I rolled onto my side, backside in excruciating pain, and cried, “Why didn’t you stop?!”
He was sitting there, lighting a cigarette and pulling his pants back on. He smiled and only said, “Oh shut up, you liked it.”
I didn’t tell a soul until my husband and I became more than friends three years later. The pain and anguish on his face was enough. “I wish you had told me. I was there.”
“I wish I had told you too. But who would you have believed?”
I wish I could say that was the first and only time that situation had ever happened to me.
To be continued . . .
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Aww thank you!
Just read this post. I think I will email you sometime today and share some things. I want to know what you think about a couple of experiences. I hurt for you to read this post. It had to have taken tremendous courage to post this. I am glad you did though. Things like this should be shared and it makes it easier when you know that someone has stood up and told the story. I love you girl, I hate that you have been through the things you have. I will write later today. (((hugs)))
I shook with cold sweats the entire time. I was determined to do it in enough detail so there were no blanks anyone could put in.
It’s degrading – the act itself. It’s embarassing that I would ever even consent for a second to it. And third, it’s something that makes me so vulnerable for being violated like that. The shame has mostly gone away, because there was no way I could have ever walked into that room and known better.
In fact, I’ve been able to feel better about it over the years. Pittsburgh has that 8 degrees thing going on where everyone knows everyone through, at most, eight people. So, inevitably, I ended up in situations with ex’s of his that knew other ex’s. Apparently, this was pretty common. I made a lot of them feel better, knowing they weren’t his only victim. It makes you feel a little less stupid when it is someone’s MO. One day, he’ll do it to the wrong woman and end up 6 feet under.
well I emailed you a minute ago about some things that have happened to me just wanted to get your input.
I got it 🙂
Wow! You are so brave and incredibly strong to write about this. I commend you!
Thank you. Like I said to LaLa, I was a mess writing it. I blocked several times, but I had that memory gripped. The only thing my brain could do was try to trip my words, so I wrote it in pieces. I feel like if I put it out there, another woman might see it and feel better about her bad experience. It’s easier when you know you’re not the only one.
But, I know how triggering it can be. So, I really only want this to be for the audience currently working through it.
I didn’t want to just read and run but you are so brave to have spoken about this. I’m so sorry that you had to go through something like this. x
Thank you. And no worries at the length of comments. The encouragement and appreciation for the piece is what I need and love the most. It’s what keeps me writing. Thanks for stopping by!
Please don’t stop writing and you’re welcome. x
I won’t. I promise.
Brave woman you are, thank you for sharing this. It will help others. xx
I hope so. I prefaced with a strong warning about it, and it’s unusual for me to give away content prior to actually posting about it.
How utterly horrific for you. I can feel the pain because I’ve had a similar experience myself. By a supposed boyfriend at the time. I’m sorry. Here caring xx
Here caring for you *hugs*. This was painful down to the last bit. But, I feel a little more free now that it’s out there. Not like it’s a big secret, but I don’t ever go into that kind of detail. It’s a flashback worthy experience. I hope that I don’t get bothered by it anymore.
I hope so too. *hugs back* xx
I know others have commented the same thing, but I’ll just re-iterate for you: you’re an incredibly brave person to put your story out there. I think, maybe, if there were more people like you who had overcome the shame and spoke out about rape, it would go reported more often and (hopefully) the perpetrators would be caught more often. Here’s to your courage.
Unfortunately, this incident happened almost nine years ago. That’s how long it took me to come out with it.
I actually remember that I told my sister about it a couple of years ago when she came back to town. And I remember that she didn’t believe me and teased me about the incident. That’s a big reason why women don’t report. There is a huge lack of support out there.
I remember my husband (then friend) did find me that evening, because after the incident was over, I occupied his shower for a long, long time. Firstly, that’s the kind of dirt that you just can’t scrub off. Secondly, I didn’t know where else to go. Everyone else was already occupying a sofa, and I didn’t want to wake anyone. Besides, I wasn’t about to tell them why I wasn’t interested in sleeping in my ex’s bed that night.
He’s always been so finely tuned to me that he knew that something was really wrong. All I did was ask him to bring me a towel and to borrow a change of clothes from his girlfriend. I would have left, but we were practically snowed in, and it was very late at night. He sat with me for awhile, but I never told him. I made something up about having a fight with the guy.
I was gone at daybreak, as soon as the first bus rolled into town. It was my understanding that the next day, my ex went on about his business like nothing even happened. But, he went as far as to take a week off of college, and then break up with me via IM at the end of that week.
I guess he thought that if he could get away with it once, he could do it again. Because my husband reports that he had already had a girl staying with them. One night, she was beyond drunk, and he raped her too. My husband sat up with her all night and counseled her, just because she didn’t want to go home and be alone with that.
Neither of us reported. Because both of us were drunk, both of us were already sleeping with him, and both of us were in a relationship with him (yeah, I found out about that later). We never thought that anyone would believe us, and I guess neither of us thought that he perpetrated that detestable crime onto anyone else. We had both been long time friends / lovers with him, and I know that a little part of me had just wanted it to be a misunderstanding between the two of us.
But, I’ll get into the misunderstanding part in my next part in the series.
I’m not going to hit like but I’m here and I’m angry.
Thank you for your comment. I really do appreciate the rally of support.
Interestingly enough, I mentioned my post to my husband last night. If you see the comment to The Mental Chronicles above, my husband (then friend) was present at the time. Apparently, it’s something that still affects him, because he was seriously ready to go hunt him down. All it would have taken was a FB message, a phone call, and a short drive to the next town. I told him to settle down. It was almost nine years ago. I was positive that someone had to have called him out on it by now.
Hopefully.
I’ve been in a grey rape situation also the post is http://mm172001.wordpress.com/2012/05/17/perfect-by-ellen-hopkins-and-how-i-relate/ and password protected due to my still sensitivity. If you’re interested in reading, e-mail me and I’ll e-mail back the password.
Sure, shoot me an email.
I’m not liking because I “like” what happened. I like your courage for sharing what you’ve gone through, and I agree with you.
I am positive that this occurs more frequently with women than anyone realizes. And probably young women too, who don’t really understand the rules of sex, who don’t have the courage to say no, and / or who can’t understand the signs of a dangerous situation. I understand that in my situation, there was no way I could have known. I don’t blame myself at all anymore, because what was a regular, consenting situation took a vicious turn.
But, I think of all of the women out there that are sexually brutalized and / or violated by someone that they trusted, and beat themselves up over it. I’d like those women to find this, and to find that it’s not their fault. They didn’t do anything to deserve this. No one deserves rape / sexual assault. And I want them to know that it happens more frequently than they think. They’re not a victim. They are a survivor.
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You are one strong lady. Im not ready to post about my grey situations, but thank you for being brave enough to post about this. Karen x
Thank you for reading. I appreciate your show of support.
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