Introducing the story of my rape

TRIGGER WARNING: contains details of a rape, may be upsetting to those who are not ready to relive their own experiences.

Today I intend to show the world the story of my rape. I have started this blog in order to show people what rape survivors go through, to show people the strength which we can find in the hardest of situations, to talk about my journey (as part of my healing), and to show people (who have had similar experiences), that they are not alone, and that it is ok to talk about it. Below is a brief summary of an experience that I had last year.

Last year I was raped by a guy I had been seeing. He doesn’t realise that he has raped me. It took me months to come to terms with the words ‘rape’ or ‘sexual assault’. I told myself that I didn’t fight him off enough. I told myself that it only last for a few minutes.I told myself it was just sex that I didn’t want to have. Now I know that I was raped. But he doesn’t. When faced with that heavy word RAPE. He blew up into a temper. “I’M not a rapist! Rapists are scum of the earth. Rapists deserve to rot. Rapists have no ounce of humanity in them.”

So now he walks the world, not knowing that what he did was in fact, rape. A rapist is in fact human. A rapist doesn’t have to be mentally deranged. A rapist can in fact, be in pain, seeking control. But the harm and destruction that they cause is unimaginable, unimaginable until it happens to you.

He broke into my room one night, a few days after I ended things. We had just spent a lovely evening with our friends. It was the first time in a long time that I had felt like myself. That night I forgot to lock the door. He came into my room and crashed on the bed. I tried to get him out, but he is twice the size of me. So finally I lay down in my bed beside him, unable to sleep with my eyes open. Why didn’t I leave? THIS THOUGHT HAUNTS ME TO THIS DAY. As I awoke the next morning he was taking off my clothes. Why didn’t I shout and scream or try to run away? THIS THOUGHT HAUNTS ME TO THIS DAY. He pushed me on my front with my head pushed into the mattress. As he inserted his penis into me, I repeatedly said no. Why didn’t I shout and scream? THIS THOUGHT HAUNTS ME TO THIS DAY. For five whole minutes I said no, no, no, no. Instead of focusing on what happened to me. I focused on the word no which I was saying.

After that, I got up. I got on with my day. I didn’t get a shower. I didn’t go to the police. I carried on as normal. Trauma doesn’t work in the way we expect it to. It’s not like a movie. Terrifying at the time and no repercussions later. We don’t react in the way that you would expect to either. For months, I carried on living my life. Living in the same accommodation as him, avoiding him at all cost. Sleeping in the same bed I was raped in. I studied, I listened to music, I spent time with my friends. I couldn’t afford to break down. I was studying abroad, away from my family.

It wasn’t until I knew that there was solid support beneath me that I really started to fall. My mind was riddled by questions, not only of the event, but of every sexual encounter I have ever experienced. The person that I am was lost to everyone and myself. I cut myself off from everyone I loved. I couldn’t let anyone see the person I had become, and with no explanation. Who I was in every sense of being, was lost. Until one day I decided to start building myself up again.

The journey isn’t over yet and still questions and memories haunt me. Sex isn’t easy either. However, I have found a strength and understanding which I didn’t even know was there and it only grows by the day.

I have now decided to write this blog as a way of expressing my experience, but also hopefully as a way of helping people who were in similar situations. I want to explore the details of rape which are ignored, which no one talks about. I want to recount an honest, ugly truth, but most of all, I want to find the light in the darkness. 


13 thoughts on “Introducing the story of my rape

    1. Thank you for sharing Amaya. I have started this blog so that I can explore in detail my journey. I would answer you now but I feel that the answer deserves more time and thought given to it. Please look out for future blogs as I will be exploring such questions. Thanks – Hannah

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  1. Hi, thanks for following my blog. I have had a few experiences, just obviously in a different way, when I was a child and teen, but I still can’t use the words… I’m not that brave just yet. My therapist always tells me that saying the words won’t make what happened more real, but I still can’t bring myself to say them. It’s weird.

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    1. Everybody’s experiences are different, and how people deal with it is different, and sometimes that can just be because of who we are as a person and other times it can be because in so many ways we are told that we can’t talk about these things. Talking out for me has been a way of healing, but it is different for everyone.

      I think… Whether or not you have been able to talk out or not… You are brave, we are all brave for surviving such things!

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      1. Good points. 🙂 I think mine just kept building up one after the other, so it’s taking me longer to process all of it. And sometimes when trying to process one at a time, I find my mind flooded with memories and flashbacks from all of the ‘events’. It’s so frustrating. But I’ll get there. Thanks for sharing your story and being so open. I’ve found some parts triggering and stop reading for a while, but it’s good for desentizing I think. You’re brave. We’re warriors. 🙂

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  2. How horrible. I agonize at the choices you made causing you to feel in any way responsible. I hope those lies are completely off your shoulders forever. Rape is always 100 percent the rapists fault. Period. Thanks for sharing your nightmare.

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