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Take the Time and Speak Your Truth: Understanding Acquaintance Rape →

mentalscubadiving:

This is what my best friend went through, and I hope more people can understand her situation better.

Definition:

Acquaintance assault involves coercive sexual activities that occur against a person’s will by means of force, violence, duress, or fear of bodily injury….

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reblog if you’re insecure.

anonymouszayn:

then check your messages. 

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The future.

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I wont call myself a victim. I am a Survivor!

3 years ago I was innocent didn’t think things could get any worse then they were. I decided in my senior year of high school to branch out more. Become more outgoing. So I did. A friend from mine from another high school that I went to asked to come over since he just moved down the street from me. I used to have a crush on him so I said sure. He arrived. We had fun just hanging out, talking, picking on each other and talking about old friends. Basically catching up. He asked to go for a drive to the river. I said yes. We went for the drive and we started kissing. I was okay with that. He wanted more. I said no, I’m not ready. He didn’t accept that answer. When I was home I was silent and that bastered sat there talking to my mom like everything was okay. It didn’t hit me fully until I was out of my abusive house. I only remember getting anxious a lot when I was asked to walk to the store or got near a guy during the rest of that year. Away from home I had flashbacks, nightmares, anxiety attacks for no reason or for something small. I was diagnosed with PTSD and an anxiety disorder. I went through trauma therapy. I pressed charges and lost because no physical evidence because I waited to long, my mother testified against me, and the lawyer said I couldn’t of been raped because 1. I had a crush on him (because you know that’s a very suitable answer) and 2. I was to fat to be raped. After 2 years of suffering I began to turn my life around. I began speaking at vigils and the last one I spoke at so many people were inspired and a few spoke up about there own experiences. I learned on that day in April that I am not a victim. I am a survivor. I overcame the effects to a manageable point and I will not stop speaking out about rape, sexual assault and molestation. People need to know, people need support, and I refuse to keep my mouth shut like I was told to do. It’s a intimate problem as society likes to call it which means it shouldn’t be discussed and I refuse to be silent. I am a SURVIVOR!I refuse to dread this day I will celebrate it instead of going back to that place of silent suffocation, I will celebrate being a Survivor!

Dad, this place is the scariest, hardest, best thing that has ever happened to me, no matter how I got here. I’m not leaving, okay? I did this for me and I’m gonna finish it for me.

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