I briefly mentioned the why of me joining this community... as I did not know how to do the livejournal cut before today, I left it at brief introduction. I believe there is an incredible peace that comes in sharing your story with a community that cares and listens, one that can grow or bond from the experience. I believe in the sanctity of each story, those that are my own as well as those that are shared to me. Our stories are a gift that we give to other people, to fellow survivors, to advocates and to individuals we think will care. It is our choice to impart these events to another individual and our decision who hears them. We each have the right to tell or to not tell our stories and no one but ourselves can choose in the moment which decision to make, or to what degree to make it. I want to thank each person who has given their story to this community. I know that I read each one and hold it somewhere inside, fawning the flame of passion that lies in my heart to combat this epidemic of violence. You are all survivors. We are all survivors. So it is beginning with thanking you for sharing what you have, your pains, your struggles, your emotions and your lives, that I choose to recount my own tale of a certain night that is forever seared into my memory.
My story may be triggering, if it is, I do apologize. My mind plays events back like a movie, revisiting every aspect of that night. This is the only way I know to bring to words what happened that night. The night I was raped. ( Collapse )
This is part of my story. The initial event that turned my life and my being inside out and upside down. It sent me in a tailspin that would have claimed my life without the care and support of a dedicated team of professional support. This one night taught me that safety is a fiction, that living behind a cloud of naivety can and will hurt you - and that unquestioningly beleiving the words of a survivor is the most important gift you can bestow upon someone who has been stripped of their humanity. Even still, I thought my trials would be over after these men returned to their college across the country. I did not know that such horrors could manifest themselves in entities even closer to me than an acquantince.
This is the story I am prepared to share. The other is a bit more difficult as it even now still has the potential to remain unfolding. But through it all - be it my own struggles, or those of yours - we are not alone. We will not be silenced. We are survivors.