Was I raped as nobody believed that it had happened?
It’s the story of the boy who called wolf and while the woman who shares her anonymous story here on the blog was wrong to falsely accuse a man of rape when she was raped she should have been helped and supported.
It began when I was thirteen, I began hanging around with the wrong people, smoking weed and drinking alcohol in the local parks.
I was skipping school and thought I was invincible. I started dating a boy much older than me, he was a man really as he was nineteen.
Oh, how I thought I was the bee’s knees dating a mature guy.
Because of the age gap he, of course, wanted to do more than kiss and hold hands and it wasn’t long before he was touching me in places I had never been touched before.
I felt very pressured into sleeping with him, but I did agree to the act.
We did have consented intercourse, behind a shed on the school field.
Days later my friends questioned if what the rumours were true, that I was an easy ride, a slut?
I recoiled in horror.
I don’t why I said it, but I did. “He raped me” I cried.
He hadn’t raped me at all, but I was so afraid that the teachers would overhear something and it would get back to my parents, who were already at their wit’s end with me, that I lied and played the victim.
Was I raped?
My friends comforted me and encouraged me to speak out, they wanted to tell a teacher, tried to make me phone the police.
A friend threatened to tell my parents if I didn’t.
I was raped what was I thinking not reporting it?
I made every excuse up that I could to get out of going to the police but in the end, I had no option but to be honest and tell them the truth, I had made it up.
I had lied about him raping me, I had consented to have sex with him.
I lost many friends due to my lies and this lie would stay with me forever, I was known as the girl who cried rape.
I tried to change my life around, I stopped drinking and smoking weed and concentrated on my school work. I formed new friendships, but I know people found it difficult to trust me.
We all make mistakes, it’s what makes us human and I hadn’t lied to get him into trouble, in fact, I was honest so he wouldn’t get into trouble.
But none of that mattered, I was treated like a leper by many.
And two years later when I was brutally raped nobody would believe me or help me and I was left to suffer alone.
Was I raped or had I lied again?
I was fifteen when my life was turned upside down, I will never forget the look in his eye, the smell of his breath or the pain that he made me suffer. I will also never forget the shame I felt when people turned their backs on me and didn’t believe me. I had brought it all on myself and I would pay the ultimate price.
I will also never forget the shame I felt when people turned their backs on me and didn’t believe me. I had brought it all on myself and I would pay the ultimate price.
I had brought it all on myself and I would pay the ultimate price.
Was I raped or had I just lied again?
There was a birthday party taking place and I was going along with a group of friends, my parents knew I was going and I had to be home by 10.30pm. Of course, there was alcohol and I drank a little but when a guy started flirting with me I made it very clear I wasn’t interested. I didn’t know who he was. He wouldn’t leave me alone.
Of course, there was alcohol and I drank a little but when a guy started flirting with me I made it very clear I wasn’t interested. I didn’t know who he was. He wouldn’t leave me alone.
I didn’t know who he was. He wouldn’t leave me alone.
He wouldn’t leave me alone.
I tried to stay away from him, but he seemed to follow me wherever I went. By 10 pm I had enough and I wanted to go home, but my friends didn’t have a curfew and so I decided to walk home alone.It wasn’t far a 10-minute walk. I guess the alcohol made me feel more confident.
By 10 pm I had enough and I wanted to go home, but my friends didn’t have a curfew and so I decided to walk home alone.It wasn’t far a 10-minute walk.
I guess the alcohol made me feel more confident.
I said goodbye and left, only it wasn’t long before I noticed I wasn’t walking home alone, I decided to take the quicker route through the park, it was dark but we live in a quiet area and I felt safe enough. Only footsteps made me turn, it was the guy from the part he had followed me.
Only footsteps made me turn, it was the guy from the part he had followed me.
He told me to wait for him
As he struggled to catch up to me he grabbed me and tried to kiss me, I pushed him off.
I don’t know it happened, but it did.
I was dragged and kicking and screaming and so he held his hand across my mouth, I tried to sink my teeth into his hand but couldn’t.
There was a wooden fort structure built on a slight hill, my little brother had loved to play inside this.
I was dragged behind this and I felt the cold wet floor beneath me.
He fell on top of me and that’s all I can describe, the memories of that night still haunt me.
I lay still and shaking curled into a ball for what seemed forever after he got up and left. Telling me nobody would believe a slut like me and he was right they didn’t.
I was late when I got home and my parents were sat waiting for me, but seeing the state I was in, covered in mud, shaking and crying they knew something was wrong.
My mother phoned the police, things that followed happened in a daze, swabs were taken and I made a statement.
It didn’t take long before my rapist was found.
He was found guilty yet I received no support from friends.
Was I raped?
I had lied in the past so they thought I was lying again.
I was called a liar
At school, I was shunned and names were hurled at me they thought I was lying, again.
I couldn’t take the stress and began self-harming, I was prescribed medications and saw a counsellor.
I left school at 15, I couldn’t face the abuse.
Thankfully the police and my parents believed me, yet people at school thought I had lied because I had been late home from the party so used it as an excuse.
I hadn’t lied, not this time
It’s been 8 years since that night and I still have nightmares, I have a son of my own, his father and I didn’t work out, but he still sees our son regularly.
If only I hadn’t said I was raped when I hadn’t been when I was 13 things may have turned out differently.
I have learned the hard way.
Thank you for reading.
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