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lolo525

Not Fair

Its not fair you know.

Its not fair what they did.

It hurts.

There isn't a day that goes by that it doesn't cross my mind. It punches me in the gut and slaps me in the face every single day. Im a different person now and I'm so lost trying to figure out who that is. This pain is like no other and i feel so tired from dealing with it. It just isn't fair. my life is worth more than 5 min of pleasure for someone else. I am a person and I was not put here to be a sex object for anyone. I have value. I matter. But they made me feel like I don't and it all just isn't fair.

lolo525

I Hope This Helps

If you healing from sexual assault and you get out of bed in the morning,

You are doing well.

If you healing from sexual assault and you hold down a job,

You are amazing.

If you are healing from sexual assault and and you are still remotely pleasant to others,

You are a lot nicer than me.

If you are healing from sexual assault and you cannot always be there for a friend,

You are still a good friend and a strong enough person to know what is best for you.

If you are healing from sexual assault, and find it difficult to care for yourself, but still find the strength to care and love your family than you are strong as well.

If you are healing from sexual assault and you decide to tell your story,

You are brave.

If you are healing from sexual assault and you decide that you are not ready to tell your story,

You are also brave.

If you are healing from sexual assault and you cry daily or have nightmares,

You are normal.

If you are healing from sexual assault and seeing happy, healthy people makes you sad, angry, jealous and worse,

Join the club.

If you are healing from sexual assault and you decide to press charges against your perpetrator,

You have incredible courage.

If you are healing from sexual assault and you cannot or choose not to press charges against your perpetrator,

Your perpetrator is still the one to blame, and you are smart for knowing what you can handle.

If you are healing from sexual assault and think that what happened was your fault,

You are wrong, but you are not alone.

If you are healing from sexual assault and are jealous that some survivors put their abuser in jail,

You are one of many.

If you are healing from sexual assault and feel like your significant other truly understands and is 100% supportive,

He or she is rare and a keeper.

If you are healing from sexual assault and you have a good support system,

It will help A LOT.

If you are healing from sexual assault and you don't have enough people who understand what you are going through,

I strongly recommend joining a support group.

If you are healing from sexual assault and were not believed or supported when you found the courage to tell,

You still deserve to be heard, no matter how long ago it was.

If you are healing from sexual assault and you feel like you hate your body,

Remember your spirit is held within your body.

If you are healing from sexual assault and feel painfully alone and isolated,

Please know that there are thousands of people healing with you in spirit.

If you are healing from sexual assault and there are days where the only thing you are able to do is exist,

Remember, we are existing with you till you can live again.

If you are healing from sexual assault but still looking to the future,

You are a survivor.

-anonymous

lolo525

Exactly one year ago I was graduating from high school and was so excited to be going

off to college. Everything was going to be new, exciting, and different! And

everything was different but not in the ways I expected. Thinking back to that

girl she was happy, optimistic, and ready to take on the world. A very

different girl from the one who sits here writing this today. Once I got to

college I did all the activities to meet people and found my group of friends

and even a boyfriend. Those friends are now my family and the boyfriend is

still in the picture.

We participated in many of the off campus activities too. Yes I mean we drank and

partied. They had this orientation at the beginning of the year about being

careful with parties and even got shirts that said, “Don’t drink the

punch”. I didn't exactly pay attention and didn't think it was that big a deal.

I thought that it was so innocent and harmless. We were just having fun doing

what every college kid does. It seemed normal and it was fun. We were careful

and always had a DD (designated driver) and we went in groups, never alone.

We ended up meeting and hanging out with a group of people that seemed to always

know where the parties were and they hooked us up with details. We trusted them

and thought of them as friends. First semester flew by with football games,

class, and midnight fast food runs. Everything was the way it should be. Yeah I

wasn't doing as great in class as I wanted but there was always next semester

right? Wrong. I had no clue what was in store for me and how could I? I never

imagined that my friends and me would go through something like we did.

Second semester rolled around and I went through

the process to be in a sorority and didn’t get chosen for any of them. This

really hurt my self-esteem because I thought that I wasn’t good enough, pretty

enough, or smart enough. I was heart broken. I rallied with my friends who

didn’t get in either and moved on. I applied to be a student leader and applied

for an amazing internship. I got neither of those. I was done trying for things

I wanted because I kept getting let down and honestly it sucked. I started to

become angry all the time and I was sad when I was alone. I cried when no one

was looking and lashed out at the people I cared about the most, mainly my

boyfriend. I was eating less, avoiding my friends, and all around a completely

different person. I stopped going to class and doing any school work because I

had no motivation to do anything anymore. All I wanted to do was drink to be

completely honest. I was happy and laughed more when I was drinking so I

thought it would help me forget and I could be happy. I drank during the school

week, which I never did before. I ended up getting very drunk on a Monday night

and was too hung over to go to class the next morning. One of my friends

stopped by my room to see me and she finally told me that she was done. She

told me that my friends knew something was wrong. I was turning into a person

they didn’t want to be friends with anymore. She said or more yelled that if I

didn’t get help then she would drag me to get some because she loved me too

much to see me like this.

I went to my school’s counseling center and

talked to someone. They set me up with a therapist who diagnosed me with depression.

I never expected that this would be something I would deal with. I was always

peppy, happy, and loud. How could this be the person I was? I felt lost. I

looked at old pictures of myself and wondered where that girl went. I didn’t

understand how I became so unhappy so fast. After therapy sessions I started to

get better and had a better grip on my emotions.

I thought everything was looking up

again and it was all going to be ok. Boy was I wrong. Things were about to get

worse than they ever had before. We were invited to a small party by that group

of people I mentioned previously. We were having a great time and then things

began to get rocky and strange and just bad. I didn’t understand what was

happening, there was no way that I could. I’m not going to tell the story

because it is too painful right now and it’s a long one. For now I will just

state the facts.

Fact

1: Two of my friends were drugged.

Fact

2: I was given more alcohol than I thought (which also counts as being drugged)

Fact

3: I was choked.

Fact

4: I was sexually assaulted

Fact

5: I watched as my friends were sexually assaulted and couldn’t do anything.

Fact

6: I stopped my friend from being raped but she was assaulted

Fact

7: I left them because I didn’t understand what was happening still and I

thought they would be safe with our “friend”

Fact

8: They were both assaulted again by a guy we thought was our friend.

Fact

9: Those 7 hours of my life are the darkest memories that I have and they will

be with me until the day I die

Fact

10: I am different now. Everything about me is different and I will never be

the girl I was a year ago.

They hurt us in a way that I wouldn’t

wish on my worst enemy. They took everything from us and left us with nothing.

It wasn’t fair and still isn’t. They took friendships from us, they hurt

relationships, they changed the way I see myself, they made it hard for me to

be happy for other people, they took my dignity, they screwed up every part of

me and they left nothing untouched. And for what? 5 minutes of pleasure? For

feeling some sense of power? I will spend the rest of my life fighting this and

trying to heal because of what they did to my friends and me. Because of the

drugs that were given to my friends, they remember absolutely none of that

night. I remembered all of it and I had to tell them what happened to them. I

had to break their hearts with the story of what happened to them and watch

their faces as their entire world was shattered. For weeks following the event

that night played over and over and over in my mind. It was like a terrible

horror movie staring you and your friends stuck on repeat and nothing could

stop it. It played the worst parts of the entire night and when it was done it

would just start over again.

They way I see the world is completely different

and it isn’t a pretty picture. I am living with PTSD (Post traumatic stress

disorder). I have anxiety attacks when I am reminded of that night or when

there are too many people around me. I was always told that I was a beautiful

girl, but now I wish I was ugly so that no one ever looks at me or thinks of me

in a sexual way again. I have never been more suicidal in my entire life

because dealing with this and the pain is just too much at times. The reasons I

don’t hurt myself because I let my friends down by leaving them before and I

can’t do it again. I have to be here to protect them. I can’t hurt the people I

love most like my friends, family, and boyfriend by leaving like that. Most

importantly I don’t want the people who did this to me to think they won. I

want to be strong and show them that no matter what they did to me I am still

standing. I’ve been told many times through this that I am strong. I don’t feel

strong. I feel broken, violated, hurt, scared, angry, and like my world is

falling apart at times. I’ve been able to not think about it at times now that it’s

been a few months since the incident but it is always in the back of my mind.

I refuse to be silent about this issue. I will

tell my story and make it known that this does happen and it is a problem. What

happened to me wasn’t my fault. It is never the fault of the victim. I will do

everything I can to bring attention and awareness to this problem because it is

a problem and it is often not handled right or ignored. Yes this entire thing

changed me, but I want to make a change because of it. I’m still healing and

have a very very long way to go but this is one of the steps I’m taking to get

there.

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