This post inspired by this truly powerful post.
When I was 13, I was raped by three men. When I tried to tell my dad, (who's memory I loathe to this day), he backhanded me into a wall and said I was lying, because things like that didn't happen to boys. No police report was ever filed. For all I know, the three who did this assulted others in the same way.
It took three days for the blood spots in my underwear to go away. It took almost ten years to come to terms with what happened - and to not allow it to affect me any more.
Time, love, and patience is what helped. Things I didn't get when it happened - but what I got later on. Not to mention friends that would like to bring my father back to life so they can beat the snot out of him for me.
More of my friends than I care to admit have had this happen - and very few men to this way will want to talk about it if it happens to them.
No, I am neither ashamed or a victim any longer.
My name is Patrick, and I'm a survivor of sexual violence.
No Pity. No Shame. No Silence.
When I was 13, I was raped by three men. When I tried to tell my dad, (who's memory I loathe to this day), he backhanded me into a wall and said I was lying, because things like that didn't happen to boys. No police report was ever filed. For all I know, the three who did this assulted others in the same way.
It took three days for the blood spots in my underwear to go away. It took almost ten years to come to terms with what happened - and to not allow it to affect me any more.
Time, love, and patience is what helped. Things I didn't get when it happened - but what I got later on. Not to mention friends that would like to bring my father back to life so they can beat the snot out of him for me.
More of my friends than I care to admit have had this happen - and very few men to this way will want to talk about it if it happens to them.
No, I am neither ashamed or a victim any longer.
My name is Patrick, and I'm a survivor of sexual violence.
No Pity. No Shame. No Silence.