Recovery after Rape

healing after sexual trauma

[princess-of-positivity]

whatever is ailing you, i hope the pain eases

[traumacope-backup]

06/28/2020 12:12 AM

[amargedom]

Daily Reminder!

[naturaekos]

[amargedom]

Daily Reminder!

[hype]

[amargedom]

“When someone shows you their true colors, don’t try to paint a different picture.”

—

[stroopwaifey]

Me when people are STILL surprised that women are constantly brutalized and raped to the point that 90% of any Womens friend circle has been molested or raped

[feministism]

[alloverthegaf]

off topic and more aggressive than I generally like but holy christ is it so hard to teach growing AND young men what fucking constitutes as rape and why THEY SHOULDN’T FUCKING DO IT

[beautyinthebelljarr]

I read an article with Fiona Apple where she was asked if her rape still influenced her music and she responded with: “It's such a fuckin' old pain that, you know, there's nothing poetic about it."

And I can’t think of a more relatable statement.

[beautyinthebelljarr]

Last 4th of July, I sat on my porch and drank an entire fifth of Smirnoff while my neighbors set off sparklers in their driveway. It was 99 degrees in my attic apartment and I remember wishing that I had friends. People to go to BBQs with. I wished I wasn’t such an introvert.

I wish I could say I’ve made more progress this year. I still feel lonely and crave friendships around here.

Living alone with trauma is so scary.

I haven’t felt safe in beds or bedrooms since my rape. I haven’t slept in an actual bed in years. When I first moved into my apartment, I slept by the door in case I needed to run out.

I always have this weird fear of my rapist finding me and attacking me again, even after all of these years. And he’s out there in the world now and I don’t know where, and that terrifies me more than anything. One of my case managers in ED residential treatment had to reassure me that the odds of my rapist finding me now are low, but you never know. I’m always going to live with that fear of him finding me.

Traumatized brains never make sense. Mine tells me all sorts of things: shower with your underwear on. Sleep with knives. Don’t sleep in beds. Never sleep in the rooms farthest away from the exit. Sleep with your hood on so no one can grab your hair. Crazy stuff that makes sense if you’ve had trauma.

There’s always a need for safety.

But I’m never safe, not even in my own skin.

[teammemes]

[forcewakens]

ONE DAY AT A TIME - Season 3 Episode 2

[inkfireflies]

March, 8th. International women’s day.

We have nothing to celebrate until every woman in every country will be safe.

If men keep going to harass us, rape us, catcall us, we will fight.

If the gender pay gap will exists, we will speak up.

If the glass celing won’t be break, we will rise up in order to tear it down.

We are women, we are people not objects.

Riot. This is what you have to expect if you won’t respect us.

[12paper-dogs]

rules for girls

she is five years old and mother tells her to put her shirt back on /but mommy why doesn’t brother have to/ and mother didn’t respond

she is eight years old and cannot understand why the boy on the playground got mad when she said no and why nobody bothered to comment on her bloody lip

she is thirteen years old barely a teenager and is scared to walk alone on the sidewalk on a busy street because she has heard them one too many times

she is fifteen years old and tried to say no again this time she got more than just a bloody lip she got kicked out of school and is stuck at home caring for something she did not want

she is eighteen and her daughter is three her education is over; nobody wants the slutty mother as a student friend girlfriend wife because who could love a whore?

she is twenty one years old and she can finally drink her daughter is five but she does not tell her to put her shirt back on she tells her to be bold and teaches her how to fight and when to fight and to fight for other girls because nobody else will

[katharsis-998]

How much louder my scream should have been for you to care?