cutebruiser:

Today we marched through Wellington city to protest rape culture. ‘Rape Culture’ is a term that describes the normalisation and acceptance of rape in society. Survivors are routinely blamed and judged, and rapist prosecution rates are horrifyingly low. An equal society must be free of ‘sexual’ violence, and rape must be treated as a preventable and punishable crime.

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cutebruiser:

Today we marched through Wellington city to protest rape culture. ‘Rape Culture’ is a term that describes the normalisation and acceptance of rape in society. Survivors are routinely blamed and judged, and rapist prosecution rates are horrifyingly low. An equal society must be free of ‘sexual’ violence, and rape must be treated as a preventable and punishable crime.

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Who’s Watching Your Drink? 

Who’s Watching Your Drink? 

Anonymous

Its been 8 months since my best friend & I were drugged at a weekend camping mud park.

When it happened, I told my boyfriend immediately the next day. However, it has taken me 8 months to tell him the second part. She & I were raped - by one of his friends. Its taken me this long to personally call it rape. I do not believe he was the one to drug us, he just happened to run into us after we had already been intoxicated & thought we were just drunk. Yet, still no excuse to assume we were okay with having sex with him - I would never have done it if I weren’t drugged. This is the process I had to get myself through to actually say the words “I was raped.”

From this night I only remember snapshots.

We go from the concert area, to his truck, to a middle of an open field where we were lost for at least 4 hours. I had my phone on me at the time & although I don’t remember, I had sent messages to friends asking for help. This gave me a timeframe.

I remember dragging my friend behind me by her shirt (yes, she was walking, but barely. I remember she kept saying she wanted to just give up & sleep here: a field.) I refused. Everytime I heard these words it was like a burst of addrenaline to not give up. We woke up the next morning at our camp.

I was in the tent. I had peed myself. She was in the passenger seat of one of our cars. The only thing she had on was a shirt. No pants. No underwear.

I was missing my bra & my bathing suit bottoms were inside out.

Our campsite members pointed out that I had a lot of beads around my neck. Now, I’ve been to New Orleans for Mardi Gras & I did NOT flash anyone there. I never have, I never thought I would. That was a huge eye opener for me.

She & I both slept for 3-4 days after this. We’d sit & piece together that night. She remembers sounds, I see snapshots.

Yes, we had been drinking. But nothing out of the ordinary by any means. We each had 3 beers & 2 shots over the course of a 3 hour span?

Over the past 8 months I’ve come to terms with what happened. But I hadnt come to terms with the fact I never told my boyfriend about the rape.

The other night I told him.

He wanted to go back to the park where all this happened, knowing I’d never step foot there again.

I got upset, he didnt understand why. Then I told him.

Without a word he left.

After about an hour he returned. Still no hug, nothing.

All he could keep telling me was this was MY FAULT.

My fault.

Not the rape, he specified.

But getting drugged.

I “had to of drank someone elses, or left my drink unattended” Therefore, my fault. This is NOT like me whatsoever.

But if he believes getting drugged was my fault, and I only got raped because I was drugged, wouldn’t that in turn mean I caused the rape?

Don’t get me wrong, I personally do not believe this.

I’m just shocked that someone I have been in a relationship for years with can believe this.

Not once during the past 8 months did I feel dirty & worthless about this situation… Until now.