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too drunk to consent?
what is consent did he know i was too drunk to consent i know he knows i was too drunk to consent how many shots before its rape what if he had a glass of wine too i think i had 7 shots is that enough to be rape if i don’t remember is it rape if he knows i dont remember but we both laugh in the morning is it rape if i hand him his phone and kiss him goodbye the next day is it rape i was making out with another boy in the hallway while he waited in my bed is it still rape am i too promiscuous can sluts be raped i always say yes but this time i was too drunk to even get the word out is it rape |
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Him: "You drink too much?"
Me: "I need to sober up." He then proceeds to have sex with me even as I'm crying and telling him I need to sober up. I don't remember what happened after that. Many times before this night he'd told me that one day my drinking habits might get me into trouble. - By Ophelia Scott Él: "Tomas mucho?"
Yo: "Necesito quitarme la borrachera." Luego él procede a tener sexo conmigo incluso mientras estoy llorando y diciéndole que necesito quitarme la borrachera. No me acuerdo qué pasó después de eso. Muchas veces antes de esta noche él me había dicho que algún día mis hábitos con el alcohol podrán meterme en problemas. - Por Ophelia Scott When I was in high school, a close friend of mine assaulted me in a bank vault. Before he did, he told me that I belonged to him and destroyed the reality I thought I lived in. Five months later when I told my principal what happened, she told me that the world was mine.
For survivors: Always remember that "The world is yours." By Ophelia Scott Cuando estaba en la secundaria, un amigo cercano a mí me asaltó en una bóveda de banco. Antes de asaltarme, me dijo que yo pertenecía a él y destruyo la realidad en la que pensé que vivía. Cinco meses después le dije a la rectora lo que paso, me dijo que el mundo era mío.
Para lxs sobrevivientes: Siempre recuerden que "El mundo es suyo." Por Ophelia Scott It took a year before I told anyone what had happened. I didn't want to think about it or admit that my silence around what I had experienced was affecting my health and my relationships. I knew I had been raped but admitting it made me feel weak. As a woman, I've thought about rape and I had it in my mind that I would fight mercilessly, but when it was happening I froze. He became forceful and I pushed his hand away and said no firmly but the moment I realized I might not be able to fight him I froze. I could hear friends in the other room but I couldn't yell, it wasn't until one friend knocked on the door that he stopped, got up and told me he really liked me. I had no emotion. I just got up, pulled my dress back down over my hips and left the room. A year later on the exact date I was raped I woke up crying uncontrollably and knew I had to talk about it. Breaking the silence was when I began the healing process.
- By Lauren
My scars aren't visible. They are in the shape of hand prints. Hand prints which always remind me, every day of my life, that my lower back is no longer mine. He has marked it now.
- By Aya Razzaz Mis cicatrices no son visibles. Están en la forma de huellas de mano. Huellas de mano que siempre me hacen acuerdo, todos los días de mi vida, que la parte de abajo de mi espalda ya no es mía. Él la ha marcado ahora.
- Por Aya Razzaz "only sluts roll their skirt"
- Anonymous "solamente las putas se enrollan la falda"
- Anónimo
"Things that make me feel unsafe: putting my drink down."
- By Sadie Higgins "Cosas que me hacen sentir insegura: poner mi bebida en la mesa."
- Por Sadie Higgins Two friends. A boy and a girl. Sixteen, at most. A birthday party sleep over. The room is filled with people, but everyone's sleeping. The girl included. The boy isn't. They're on opposite sides of the bed. He's sprawled. She's tucked into a ball.
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My safest space. A cave made for me by my loved ones. A space perfectly designed as my hideout. He could never get to me there. Being there, I can feel how lucky I am to have the support that I have. To have parents that I know want to protect me with every cell in their bodies. There, is my safest place. - By Aya Razzaz 4:44
Most days It is background static. Some nights I need to cut deep into my skin to make It go away. - By M.A.
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