• Them,

    by  • December 5, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, Help • 1 Comment

    This letter is to them.
    You think that it is ok. You think that it is a game. A game that you are winning at. IT IS NOT A GAME. I walked into that house thinking that it was going to be a normal night. Drinking, dancing, laughing. Yet I was not laughing when I went home. I went home broken, torn and bruised. I went home questioning my life, my security, my sanity. You guys took something away from me that I’m terrified I will never get back. I don’t feel safe. I don’t feel at peace. I shake while sitting at home while writing this. I don’t know if it is because I’m scared or hurt. There is a piece of sanity that comes with feeling comfortable in your own skin. When some one asks if you are fine, you just have to play along and say that you are. My life is now a mask that I have to constantly reapply. But with all the hurt and the pain the thing that bothers me the most is that I am not alone. You guys have done this before. You guys have put girls in a place where they are scared to tell the truth. They are scared to pull the mask off. I am scared to pull the mask off.
    A victim.

    One Response to Them,

    1. Get some help
      December 6, 2016 at 10:17 pm

      Abuse or any other misdeeds, I might add – thrive in secrecy. Most arseholes run for the hills when they realise they are going to be outed. Make them pay. Reach out – I guarantee you will find plenty of people willing to help you. Ring an anonymous helpline ANYTHING. MAKE THEM PAY. Also, go to your mum – as a mother I would be heart broken to think my daughter was going through something like this alone. You will be surprised at what SHE herself has gone through. All women have been victims to varying degrees – trust me, reach out and get help and then MAKE THEM PAY.

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