Rape Culture Needs to End

I am so sick of hearing that she was asking for it. Or that she wasn't raped because of her reputation. If s(he) says she was raped than she was raped!

And it makes me even more sick that if someone is a celebrity, that they can do no wrong, or she was lying.

Or in the church, people from "good" families do bad things. And it's not the victims fault. It's the rapist. The only one to blame is the rapist. Put the blame where it belongs.

Thanks to rape culture and all that other trash, I have days of still believing that I asked for it, that I somehow wanted it, or maybe if I had done something different it wouldn't have happened. Truth is, my rapist wanted what he wanted and he would have done anything to get it.

I was raped 6 years ago by someone I thought I could trust. I've only been healing from my experience for about two years now.

It's something I'll never get over entirely. may heal, but it may never fully goes away. He took so much from me. My ability to feel safe and to trust people. It makes me feel dirty and that what is supposed to be pure and special someone never will be and that some how maybe if I had done something different it wouldn't have happened.

I'm in the process of learning to forgive myself and find healthy ways of living myself and putting this in the past once and for all.

I'm blessed to have my Lord, Jesus Christ and some dear dear friends to help me through this journey. I'm not where I need to be, but I'm not where I was.

Fearlessly,

Katie Bug

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