Rape Victims Unite.'s Journal (original) (raw)

	[10 Dec 2007\|08:34pm]
I'm a math student in my fourth year of college. Basically, I was drugged and "taken home" by a guy at the party. He proceeded to do what he wanted to. I just woke up the next day and had no idea how I was at his apartment. I have only vague (at best) flashbacks to some absolutely terrible things that happened during the time when I was mostly unconscious. It wasn't as horrifying as a stranger in the bushes jumping out, but date rape can be just as emotionally traumatizing. I was too frightened to tell anyone for a a long time, but about 3 months later he yelled some lewd comments at me in the hall at school, and that was the breaking point. I filed a police report, but since it was so much later there was no physical evidence, so I can't take it to court or prosecute him.The worst part is that he's in the same program as me, so we have classes together. Next semester I've got to deal with seeing him every weekday. Anyways, that's my story. If you drink at parties, be sure you're not there alone and that you don't have too much.
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[10 Dec 2007|08:34pm]

I'm a math student in my fourth year of college. Basically, I was drugged and "taken home" by a guy at the party. He proceeded to do what he wanted to. I just woke up the next day and had no idea how I was at his apartment. I have only vague (at best) flashbacks to some absolutely terrible things that happened during the time when I was mostly unconscious. It wasn't as horrifying as a stranger in the bushes jumping out, but date rape can be just as emotionally traumatizing. I was too frightened to tell anyone for a a long time, but about 3 months later he yelled some lewd comments at me in the hall at school, and that was the breaking point. I filed a police report, but since it was so much later there was no physical evidence, so I can't take it to court or prosecute him.The worst part is that he's in the same program as me, so we have classes together. Next semester I've got to deal with seeing him every weekday. Anyways, that's my story. If you drink at parties, be sure you're not there alone and that you don't have too much.

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Survivor Support through research	[13 Apr 2007\|11:07am]
Hi all,My name is Jen and I'm a 24 yr old survivor of sexual victimization. I was 11 years old at the time and for 12 years of my life I was in denial about my assault because I believed that my family knew and didn't want to talk about it; thus, that it did not happen. However, I learned last year, that was not the truth. The truth was that my uncle had lied to my aunt as well as the rest of my family. Since that time I have been in therapy and learned a lot about myself.Currently, I am a graduate student at Walla Walla College in Washington, studying Social Work. My goal is to be a Clinical Social Worker specializing in sexual victimization. That being said, my other purpose in posting (besides being a survivor) is to request participants to help me with my research (it is a requirement for me this year). I am studying sexual assault and the reporting practices of the victims. I have posted my survey online on surveymonkey.com and all data that I collect is anonymous, I won't know who answered and who did not. I will tell you that some of the questions are very personal; however, I believe that they are necessary for my research. After I have collected the data and analyzed it, I hope to use the information to develop better prevention and support for victims of sexual assault.If you would like to participate by taking the survey, the website isClick here to take survey Thanks to everyone for reading this as well as those who participate!
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Survivor Support through research

[13 Apr 2007|11:07am]

Hi all,My name is Jen and I'm a 24 yr old survivor of sexual victimization. I was 11 years old at the time and for 12 years of my life I was in denial about my assault because I believed that my family knew and didn't want to talk about it; thus, that it did not happen. However, I learned last year, that was not the truth. The truth was that my uncle had lied to my aunt as well as the rest of my family. Since that time I have been in therapy and learned a lot about myself.Currently, I am a graduate student at Walla Walla College in Washington, studying Social Work. My goal is to be a Clinical Social Worker specializing in sexual victimization. That being said, my other purpose in posting (besides being a survivor) is to request participants to help me with my research (it is a requirement for me this year). I am studying sexual assault and the reporting practices of the victims. I have posted my survey online on surveymonkey.com and all data that I collect is anonymous, I won't know who answered and who did not. I will tell you that some of the questions are very personal; however, I believe that they are necessary for my research. After I have collected the data and analyzed it, I hope to use the information to develop better prevention and support for victims of sexual assault.If you would like to participate by taking the survey, the website isClick here to take survey Thanks to everyone for reading this as well as those who participate!

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I Admit To It	[22 Jan 2007\|02:53pm]
My name is Katrina AKA Katie. I was molested, then later raped by a friend's father's roommate when I was 13. I won't go inot details. He did not leave physical marks ( or, atleast, I don't think, most of y memories up until my 9nth grade years are fuzzy and unclear), and so it was never suspected. I ddin't tell anyone, and eventually, he just up and left one day. My friend had also been molested by him and told her father, once he was gone. I did not want to say anything, but after yelling at me enough, I gave in and nodded my head. Police were called but I was so out of it when they question me that I wasn't helpful. My friend, unfortuatly was apathalogical lier and her story made little to no sense. Nevertheless, they went in search of him to the home he had moved to, but when he was not found, they gave up the investigation. He was never punished for what he did to us, and I don't think I'll ever be able to get over that.Nevertheless, while I incredibly shy when it comes to any intimacy, I have fallen in love with a wonderful guy who I know would never force me into anything. He knows what happened, and he understands and does not judge me. I can only hope for the same for all of you. If anyone ever wants to talk, I'm here. I will never judge anyone, so don't be afraid to Message me.Blessed BeKatie
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I Admit To It

[22 Jan 2007|02:53pm]

My name is Katrina AKA Katie. I was molested, then later raped by a friend's father's roommate when I was 13. I won't go inot details. He did not leave physical marks ( or, atleast, I don't think, most of y memories up until my 9nth grade years are fuzzy and unclear), and so it was never suspected. I ddin't tell anyone, and eventually, he just up and left one day. My friend had also been molested by him and told her father, once he was gone. I did not want to say anything, but after yelling at me enough, I gave in and nodded my head. Police were called but I was so out of it when they question me that I wasn't helpful. My friend, unfortuatly was apathalogical lier and her story made little to no sense. Nevertheless, they went in search of him to the home he had moved to, but when he was not found, they gave up the investigation. He was never punished for what he did to us, and I don't think I'll ever be able to get over that.Nevertheless, while I incredibly shy when it comes to any intimacy, I have fallen in love with a wonderful guy who I know would never force me into anything. He knows what happened, and he understands and does not judge me. I can only hope for the same for all of you. If anyone ever wants to talk, I'm here. I will never judge anyone, so don't be afraid to Message me.Blessed BeKatie

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	[10 Aug 2006\|07:59am]
[ mood \| tired ] I'm a "survivor", if you can call it living anymore. The nightmares are the worst, I think. I wish it had only been once, but I've been violated more times than I can count, right from when I was a little girl. It's crazy. I can't sleep at night thinking about it...of course, it doesn't help that the 6 year mark is coming up on one of the more traumatic experiences I have had...anyway, just saying hello...I'll get into more detail later, maybe...
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[10 Aug 2006|07:59am]

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tired ] I'm a "survivor", if you can call it living anymore. The nightmares are the worst, I think. I wish it had only been once, but I've been violated more times than I can count, right from when I was a little girl. It's crazy. I can't sleep at night thinking about it...of course, it doesn't help that the 6 year mark is coming up on one of the more traumatic experiences I have had...anyway, just saying hello...I'll get into more detail later, maybe...

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My story..	[09 Jun 2006\|10:31pm]
Hello,My name is Kirstie. I'm a sixteen years old girl, I am a victim, and this is my story.It was May 19, 2006..I was going out, like I do every Friday night to go find some friends to hang out with. As I was walking I couldn't find anyone, but then my friend Shawn* came up from behind me with his friend Jordan. We started walking around together just talking. I've known Shawn for about 6 years now, he's a year older then me, and he's always been the big brother figure to me. As we were walking, all of a sudden he grabbed me and shoved a clear, round bottle of clear liquid in my face and said "Drink this!". He's about 6'5" 300lbs..and I'm about a third of his size. I was scared..so I drank the bottle not knowing what to do. The next thing I remember is running into a tree and not being able to get up. After that I don't remember anything except waking up in my bed the next morning in a hospital gown with stickers to hook me up to medical equipment all over my body. I was also covered in bandages from my hands to my shoulders.I still don't know how I got home, but I was late for my curfew. My father told me about when I came in..I was staggering, I could barely walk or talk. I kept saying I didn't want to do it, but Shawn* made me. He couldn't smell anything on my breathe, so my parents took me to the emergency room. The doctors and nurses did tests on me.. my BAC level was .2 you die at .4 ..I was halfway to death. He nearly killed me.I don't know what him or his friend did to me. I want to get tested for STD's, but my parents said that the hospital didn't do a rape test but I didn't look like I was raped, even though I kept saying he was on top of me.I'm not alone. I have a friend who I just found out was raped last year and almost died because she had a 4 inch tear. No one should have to handle this stress alone. No one understands though, we need each other to understand.Welcome to xdont_rape_mex You're not alone. *Names changed for safety purposes.
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My story..

[09 Jun 2006|10:31pm]

Hello,My name is Kirstie. I'm a sixteen years old girl, I am a victim, and this is my story.It was May 19, 2006..I was going out, like I do every Friday night to go find some friends to hang out with. As I was walking I couldn't find anyone, but then my friend Shawn* came up from behind me with his friend Jordan*. We started walking around together just talking. I've known Shawn* for about 6 years now, he's a year older then me, and he's always been the big brother figure to me. As we were walking, all of a sudden he grabbed me and shoved a clear, round bottle of clear liquid in my face and said "Drink this!". He's about 6'5" 300lbs..and I'm about a third of his size. I was scared..so I drank the bottle not knowing what to do. The next thing I remember is running into a tree and not being able to get up. After that I don't remember anything except waking up in my bed the next morning in a hospital gown with stickers to hook me up to medical equipment all over my body. I was also covered in bandages from my hands to my shoulders.I still don't know how I got home, but I was late for my curfew. My father told me about when I came in..I was staggering, I could barely walk or talk. I kept saying I didn't want to do it, but Shawn* made me. He couldn't smell anything on my breathe, so my parents took me to the emergency room. The doctors and nurses did tests on me.. my BAC level was .2 you die at .4 ..I was halfway to death. He nearly killed me.I don't know what him or his friend did to me. I want to get tested for STD's, but my parents said that the hospital didn't do a rape test but I didn't look like I was raped, even though I kept saying he was on top of me.I'm not alone. I have a friend who I just found out was raped last year and almost died because she had a 4 inch tear. No one should have to handle this stress alone. No one understands though, we need each other to understand.Welcome to xdont_rape_mex You're not alone. *Names changed for safety purposes.

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