I have started this blog because on Thursday 3rd March I was raped and find it hard to express a lot of what I'm feeling to my friends and family (because I feel bad putting this on them, it upsets them hearing about it, and although they are more than willing to listen to me, I don't want them to have to hear it) so need an outlet before I go mental. I also hope to raise awareness and make people realise the consequences of such a thing, and also to hopefully support and gain support from others going through the same thing.
I would one day like to be able to say I'm a survivor rather than a victim. I'm hoping this blog can help me achieve that.
One of his friends just asked me on Facebook “You get the attention you were after then?”
Why the fuck would I want this kind of attention?! Why the fuck would I want the attention of people asking me why I no longer come out anymore? Why would I want the attention from doctors examining me? Why would I want the attention from the police pressuring me into things I’m not happy with?
THAT KIND OF ATTENTION IS THE LAST THING I WANT.
My fucking “friend” is the one who wanted the attention, by telling everyone about what happened when I did not want that! She’s the one who wanted the fucking attention, yet she’s the one continuing her life as normal while I have to put up with all this fucking “attention.”
I ignored him like the police told me. But fucking hell this is hard.
I really did not want this attention.