tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post2282925685688371631..comments2023-05-31T10:46:19.766-05:00Comments on It Is Not My Shame to Bear: When Society Rapes YouNotMyShametoBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679891969349514369noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-11713198461253030682015-12-16T08:08:58.338-06:002015-12-16T08:08:58.338-06:00True!! It's somehow always the girls fault. It...True!! It's somehow always the girls fault. It is like a fucking universal truth everywhere. Even here in India, we have Goddesses, we pray to the feminine form of creation. But we forget about it, outside the temple. Objectifying women, this is all this society has been reduce to. I am not saint, but at least I have never committed anything against anybody's will. The police, the media, it's all a circus. No matter how many times they repeat the same drill, in the end they screw up everything. And media, just blows it up, out of proportion. And then we have smart ass, below intelligence politicians who come up with comments like "They are boys, they make mistakes". Bloody mistakes cost lives. "If the girls will wear jeans or skirts rapes will happen". I mean how the hell is jeans or a skirt related to a crime. Your blog my friend is an eye opener of sorts to me. Thanks for writing these. Appreciate it!!Sao Luo Bohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04506921183427015735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-24768180365050400742014-07-24T16:39:18.199-05:002014-07-24T16:39:18.199-05:00Yay!! Thanks :)Yay!! Thanks :)NotMyShametoBearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07679891969349514369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-63132914827339326482014-07-24T00:08:17.620-05:002014-07-24T00:08:17.620-05:00You go girl! :)You go girl! :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-4586636182642843012014-04-27T17:17:47.844-05:002014-04-27T17:17:47.844-05:00Yep. Society, fun...Yep. Society, fun...NotMyShametoBearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07679891969349514369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-17302445436391079172014-04-26T18:56:48.670-05:002014-04-26T18:56:48.670-05:00I was molested by my uncle when I was 11 or 12, wh...I was molested by my uncle when I was 11 or 12, while I was sound asleep in my bedroom, the day before I started middle school. I guess wearing a nightgown was invitation enough? Last year, I had a neighbor come on my property looking for scrap metal, and he helped himself to my boobs, and suggesting a quickie (yuk! and while my 2 Girls are watching out the window - poor them, when I entered the house, they were scared), And this happened because I was in a skirt and tank top, and offered scrap metal?<br /><br />Yeah, something needs to change.<br /><br />"I claim that rape exists any time sexual intercourse occurs when it has not been initiated by the woman, out of her own genuine affection and desire."<br /><br /> ~Robin Morgan<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-65927739080204393652014-01-24T21:14:20.046-06:002014-01-24T21:14:20.046-06:00Wow hun, that's a lot to take in. I can't ...Wow hun, that's a lot to take in. I can't relate to family abuse, but I lost my virginity to rape, and it sucks. <br /><br />Accepting yourself is definitely the hardest issue. Constant reassurance that this is NOT your fault. That you did NOT deserve this. Lots of self love. I'm here for you if you need anything. Be strong dear, we are all walking some crazy version of the same path here.<br /><br />*hugs*NotMyShametoBearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07679891969349514369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-43319185896507128342014-01-24T15:37:20.660-06:002014-01-24T15:37:20.660-06:00Yes. this is basically it, as far as not reportin...Yes. this is basically it, as far as not reporting. I was molested by a cousin with i was a kid (i had just turned 13) and it took me over 20 years to own my sexuality and thereby figure it all out. that it wasn't my fault. he had been trying to coax me into it since i was even younger, but it took until i was an insecure 13 year old for me to stop resisting and running away from him. the sandusky thing brought a lot of blog articles out of the woodwork and onto my radar, so that helped clear my mind on all this as well. At the time it happened, my mom and dad suspected and then blamed me completely. in fact, my dad almost killed me out of rage. my cousin knew this and just let me take the blame and kept molesting me. he was staying with us at the time. my family is cross cultural. in villages in their home country, honor killings still happen. so, that was my parents context i guess. our relationship was ongoing even after he got married, until my early 20s- when i could move on and not have to see him anymore. now that i have clarity and am not trying to bury this secret all the time, i do think about it consciously. i'm just getting used to it being there and being a part of me and existing holistically. i've crafted a few messages to him to tell him i know and that i hope he isn't preying on other kids, but then deleted them. in the end, i don't want to engage him. i've thought of telling my siblings who i have finally become close to again, but i need more time. not to mention it causing a major rift in the family. they will stand up for me and go off probably. so i guess i'm looking out for ME. i just want to accept myself. i think the worst part about being molested is - knowing how your innocence was taken, feeling used, and how that will be a part of your sexual history forever. it was the beginning. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-15228749909066418662014-01-04T14:58:59.033-06:002014-01-04T14:58:59.033-06:00Yep....Yep....NotMyShametoBearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07679891969349514369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-20643227266080578692014-01-04T14:58:49.218-06:002014-01-04T14:58:49.218-06:00:):)NotMyShametoBearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07679891969349514369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-77404813610896902632014-01-04T14:54:38.115-06:002014-01-04T14:54:38.115-06:00I get so, so angry. My head is pounding.
I don...I get so, so angry. My head is pounding.<br /><br />I don't want to think about it. But I have to think about it, because if I didn't, I would become one of them.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13464588645322776265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-10036513435961892112013-12-17T13:17:48.000-06:002013-12-17T13:17:48.000-06:00Its sickening :(Its sickening :(NotMyShametoBearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07679891969349514369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-35800644413429559282013-12-17T09:40:19.605-06:002013-12-17T09:40:19.605-06:00I'm just so sorry this happened to you. Then a...I'm just so sorry this happened to you. Then astonished at the 1950's-ish backwards way it was handled by the police. Speechless.Tyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08355333548750405565noreply@blogger.com