By: A Survivor Not a Victim
April 3, 2016
So, I have been slowly telling family and friends what happened to me.
Last night, I decided to tell someone I wasn’t sure I should. But I told her because I trusted her.
The really sad thing is, after I told her, she told me that she was raped in college, and she shared her story.
What is even worse, she is not the first woman that I told who, in turn, disclosed that she was also raped.
In fact, several of the men I have told personally know someone (friend or family member ) who has been raped, and I find this truly disturbing! The number of people I have shared my story with, and I mean had actual conversations with, not just via posting my story or through promoting the walk I’m doing, is a fairly small number.
A Survivor Not a Victim 
I’ve always had the mom instinct when it comes to my loved ones and friends. There’s been a few times when I don’t know the people involved but get a sense something isn’t right and I try to intervene. It really bothers me then because I can’t make sure they get home alright. But I guess at least I try. 😔
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Honestly sometimes I think there are those who are raped but aren’t even fully aware of it. There are so many times back in my college years that I remember being at parties and witnessing two people-one or both- completely wasted and leaving together. Who knows if one or both people even remember, so it could easily not be mutually consensual. It’s really sad and yet it’s such a persistent and overbearing part of our culture.
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