I will not be shamed.

When I was two years old I did not know.

When I was six there was treats and secrets.

When I was eight I did not understand why everyone was angry with me.

When I was fourteen I said no, I struggled and he raped me.

They told me I should know what he was like.

When I was fifteen I was drunk and he raped me on the driveway.

They told me I should not have been drunk.

When I was sixteen I thought it was all I was good for.

When I was seventeen I got married and I told him.

He asked me to stop, he didn’t need to know that shit.

When I was twenty a workmate told me I looked like I wanted it as he reached for my breast.

When I was twenty I woke up to find a mans balls in my face at a work conference.

I left my job.

When I was twenty two my senior put his hand down the back of my blouse and stroked my bare skin

I told my boss, he was spoken to and I was told to move on.I was a distraction.

When I was thirty one I found him masturbating in my lounge, I got him out of the house, he assaulted me.

I got angry, I went to the police.

When I was thirty two I gave evidence at the trial. They asked why I didn’t scream. He was found not guilty.

When I was thirty three I was face to face with my next rapist, I told him one of us would die and I did not care which one of us it was.

He called me a crazy whore and ran away.

I found my voice. I told my story to other women who in turn entrusted me with theirs.

I will not apologise for your discomfort.

I will not shut up.

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One thought on “I will not be shamed.

  1. Extremely powerful … I love this:
    “When I was thirty three I was face to face with my next rapist, I told him one of us would die and I did not care which one of us it was.”

    Liked by 1 person

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