I'm not afraid to say.

in #life8 years ago (edited)

#I'mnotafraidtosay

I have something to tell you. It is very hard for me to remember such ugly and dirty stories from my past life. It is painfully for me, but i hope, it will help you, men, not to become an animal in future and you, girls, not to be silent when it is necessary to cry loudly.

You know, a lot of women are subjected to violence but only some of them can tell about it truthfully. And this is a problem. As a rule, the society is not accepted to raise such intimate topics. Many of those who faced the brutality of men, prefer to keep quiet about it, or try to forget what happened to them. Nobody wants to admit that was a victim of harassment or humiliation.

In my childhood I was quiet and shy girl. I could not fight back. I always shy to cry loudly and to attract attention to my person.

I am 8. We live in a small town and I was one girl in our child company. First everything was good, but then boys started to do strange things to me, started to touch me and finally they locked me in a garage and make me to show them ass and a pussy. It was very a shame and a pity so I did not tell anyone, just cry alone.

I am 9. The way to school passes from bushes. One day an eksgebitsionist jump in front of me. I was in stupor. He waved It in front of me and it was scared. Then I ran away and fell some times to the ground. My knees were bleeding.

I am 11. At school boys had a game – to touch girls ass. They laughed loudly - it was very funny for them and scary for us. Other girls cried and teachers scaled boys. But I was shy and afraid. Soon boys understood who are weaker than them. Once a boy threw my diary to a boys WC. It was very funny for all of them, I cried and teacher scaled me because of my tears and because I have no diary on his lesson. Boys told me that they will put gum in my hair, if I will tell a teacher about their jokes.

I am 14. Summer I spent in a village with my granny. Uncle lived with her. He was an unemployed drunkard. Sometimes he called me to him for eating some fruits. He was seated next to me and stroked my knees. Once he put his hand under my skirt. I was frightened and pushed him away. He hit his head on the bed. He became very angry and said that I did not say anything to grandmother otherwise he would beat me.

I am 16. Our graduation we celebrated in the dining room and the boys carried the vodka. They drank themselves and tried to make a drunkard us. When I was drank a lot, two friends carried me to the bushes near dining room and tried to undress. Thank God I was I was feeling bad and began to vomit. They disgust me thrown half-naked and dirty. The next morning all laughed at me, and they were laughing the most.

I am 17. I went to university in the largest city. One day, I got home at night in a taxi. All the way the taxi driver said That it is hard to live a student now, that money is not enough. The driver drove me to home and when I tried to give him money, he began to refuse of it and to say that the question can be solved differently. He started stroking my knees and tried to open his pants. I threw the money at him and ran out of the car.

I am 19. I met a good boy, I thought. Kind and caring, beautiful athlete. He talked about love and literature. He was older than me and he had a car. On the second date, he decided that it is already possible and raped me in the car. I tried to resist, but the athlete was stronger. After that, I was half a year in depression my world once again fell down.

I am 20. My friend recently told me that her stick elderly man, who rents her a room in the apartment. He nasty and unpleasant, she is afraid of him, because she will have nowhere to live, and she does not know what to do. I decided I could no longer remain silent.

The silence - is a tacit approval. Do not be indifferent, ever, once you will have your own child.

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I hope youre okay now. It is strong of you to open up for us of your experience. I am very inspired by this post! Thank you! Also welcome to Steemit!

Thank you very much. Now i feel better.

You need a Golden Ticket for all the hell you have been through. Check your wallet now. Let's figure out how to make a healing place in Steemit.

Thank friend. You know, Steemit is my psichologist now. I need to tell my story.

yes, and it's mine too.

Сам парень, не могу понять как можно творить такое!
Надеюсь им это аукнется.

Hold on, Steemit are with you!

And now i am a part of steemit. Thank you.

You are really strong if I could write about it.

Thanks a lot.

Oh, god. This is worse than a nightmare. I am really feeling bad for you. I couldn't finish reading because I feel so bad that the world is like this. It's not your fault. i wonder how I can help you....

Your best help is to read and to remember it. And if you can - told others. We cant be silent any more. Thank you for reading.

Oh I am anything but silent! Thanks for sharing your truth.