Around
4 months ago, I was raped. Rape is rape, is rape. Period. Within 15
minutes of the incident I was in the arms of my best friend,
hysterically crying, speechless,broken.
“I said no but he did it anyways.”
But
emotion does not matter anymore does it? When I wrote about reporting
my rape, people said it didn’t. No, no it does not. Not at all. Never.
It never mattered. People want the facts. So here, this is strictly the
facts. My personal opinion will be left entirely out. Because, it does
not matter does it? No, no it does not.
I
was driven to the hospital, clothes stripped off of me, one by one.
Naked, under blacklight. Shivering. Cold. The SANE nurse, pried and
poked at my body, taking swabs, pictures, writing notes. I put on the
oversized sweatpants and underwear and walked out of the room. Six hours
post rape.
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For those of you who grew up following the conventional wisdom of ‘you believe only when you see’, these images could be startling!
In today’s day and age when computer imagery and special effects are employed to make any visual jazzy, and exciting, if you believe only because you see, and then spread the information, you could possibly lead to more confusion and chaos.
Watch the video:
