I was at a friends house, my mum knew I was there, but what she did not know was that there was a big party going on. I was not there for the party I was there to help my friend clean up. I showed up several hours after it had started & hung out upstairs in her room waiting for everyone to leave & go home. I only knew a few of the kids, I wasn't really apart of their " Click" but I was there to help after they all had gone home! A few of the kids had come up to the room to talk to me & a few brought me some type of drink up to me. I didn't want to look stupid so I drank them. I think I had no more than 3. Time went by people left & it was around 3 am when we started to clean!
I ended up in this room cleaning & this older guy came in to help. He was a senior from the High School my friend & I went to! I had never really met him, but I knew who he was! ( I am trying to make this as light as possible) I had never really had a guy pay me any attention. I was really suprised that he did. He kissed me, he kissed me again & again. He asked me point blank if I would have sex with him. I said NO! I remember clearly saying NO! I can't remember how it all got to the point that it did, but I remember waking up in the room a few hours later, to my friend yelling at me! My panties were gone, I was sore and I was freaked out. I didn't remember exactly what had happened! I don't know if I blacked out or if it was the alcohol but for a long time there was a gap in my memory, I only remembered fragments. I ran home, to my room & called another friend. I told them that I thought that this guy had had sex with me.
Now let me stop here, I don't want to focus on what happened. These are memories I don't like to remember. Now, I remember more details of that situation than I did after it happened. I know that I was RAPED!
I was a virgin, I was barely 13. I didn't know what to do! Who to tell! I didn't know what had happened, I was in a haze. I was so afraid of anyone ever knowing. I have never felt so dirty or ashamed. I was so angry that I couldn't remember everything exactly as it had happened. I could not pull it out of my mind. It's like my mind had erased it. I don't think I wanted to remember!
My mother found out because she heard me telling my friend that I called on the phone. Let's just say she was not happy with me! ( my mum had only heard bits & pieces, it was not the best way to find out, she thought from what she heard it was consensual!) I don't think my mum knew how to handle this. It was a situation I think she had never thought she would have to deal with. I remember my mum being quite angry with me, very angry. She didn't know what had happened, she only knew her little girl had sex! I don't remember telling her what had happened, I remember crying so hard, I don't remember her holding me, or telling me it was going to be ok. I remember feeling so ALONE!
I do not blame my mum at all for reacting the way she did, I use to be so angry with her because I did feel like no one wanted to do anything about it. I know that my mum handle it the best way she knew how. My dad had left not to long before this happened. it was just my sisters & I with my mum. It was a hard situation!
There were so many other hard things that followed this, my first appointment to the GYNO I guess to see that I was ok, That in it self was terrifying. I remember feeling like an exhibit, like I was on display! Horrible days at school afterwards, seeing this guy, acting like everything was normal, but inside of me I would never be normal again. I had had something stolen from me. I had lost a huge part of me. I felt like an empty shell!
I know now that when this happened, along with the recent separation of my parents, something inside of me BROKE! I think back to when It all seemed to fall apart for me, I always come back to this. For the longest time this was the one thing that i never seemed able to move past. My life after this was filled with choices that I feel were a reaction to feeling so alone after this happened. There was never any action taken, my rape just seemed to be something that happened, that no one talked about. No one wanted to deal with it. By that happening I never dealt with it the way I needed to, I dealt with it by trying to cover up the pain by causing myself more pain!
I became a cutter, I got involved with drugs, (something that became a huge struggle for me) I became involved with older men (when I was 14, my boyfriend was 38) I tried killing my self. I made awful choices! I fell apart! I was so LOST and I did not know where to turn! I was a broken and shattered LITTLE GIRL! I had no champion, I felt like no one really saw me!
When I was raped, I expected some one to be angry. I expected someone to want to come in & save me! I expected something to HAPPEN! I don't know why, but thats not how it was handled. I felt it was brushed under the rug. It was forgotten! I had a really hard time understanding why it never was DEALT with.
I ran away from home not to long after this happened, when I was 15 I went out with guy I had met, I came home an HOUR after I was suppose to. I remember sitting on the street in this guys car, looking in my mums bedroom window. I was so afraid to go home, not because of my mum, but because of me screwing up again. I never did go home, we left! I moved in with this guy, for @ 5 months. I lived with him, I got pregnant!
I called my mom, she told me to come home! This was not the ideal situation to come home with, but there I was. I had recently turned 16, dropped out of high school, and now here I was pregnant! It was a tense living situation, I had nothing to offer a baby. But as time passed I really wanted that baby! I began to think how wonderful it would be to have this baby that I could love and that this baby would LOVE ME!
I lost that baby, I miscarried in my moms bathroom, while my mother sat on the floor and held my hand. I cried so very hard, I felt like I was losing my only chance to be happy again. I can picture in my head, myself, 16 & miscarrying. There is no other pain like loving a baby no matter your age and losing it! A death is a death & I mourned!
There is a so much more to this story, I am going to have to finish it later! I never expected doing this BLOG would be THIS HARD! It is really important to me that I tell this. I know that I have a message I want to get across. I just have to come back and FINISH this post at another date. I need to stop here for right now!