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He was my friend.
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Hello everyone,
Its weird to be typing this because I've locked this away, even from myself just trying to get through the days but why should I be ashamed...I was the one who was raped.
The details don't matter because a lot of people have experienced that and re-hashing that is pointless i guess. I just want to talk to someone who knows this pain!
Im 20 and now see every man as a threat and I hate that! I love men, they are such wonderful creatures but my whole body is stained with the reminder of one night.
So please feel free to share your stories and maybe together we can find a happier tomorrow
sincerely,
.T.
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Thank you for helping carry the flag for a very distressing subject that doesn’t receive as much advocacy as it should due to its dark nature. Someone has to be the torch bearer for the terrified, confused children and adults that experience such horror.
Better out than in. I’m a flusher, all cards out on the table kinda girl too. We’re the communicators and negotiators of the world, no matter how uncomfortable the awful topic of conversation is. People will
gravitate to you as a result, if not initially, later when they feel it's safe. Go the Lion Hearts
Eternal gratitude guys
Signed
Corny, Chief Executive Officer of Corn and Cobs
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Exactly.
Aloneness that is mis-perceived because you were devastatingly alone then.
Almost like a visceral, emotional memory that is stuck in your nervous system telling you little fibs that no time has passed.
But it has.
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