Listen, you gotta hear this. It’s about that awful thing, sexual assault. It happened to me, and I gotta talk about it. It ain’t easy, but I gotta do it.
It was a dark night. I remember it like it was yesterday. Walking home, all alone. Then, it happened. Somebody grabbed me. I was scared, real scared. Didn’t know what to do. Sexual assault, that’s what they call it. But it felt like my whole world was ending.
Nobody Believes Me
I tried to tell folks. But they just looked at me funny. “You sure, honey?” they’d ask. Like I’d make something like that up! It made me so mad. It’s like nobody wanted to believe me about the sexual assault. They just brushed it off.
- “You must be mistaken.”
- “Are you sure it happened like that?”
- “Maybe you’re just overreacting.”
Those words, they hurt. They hurt more than anything. Made me feel like I was crazy. Like it was all my fault. But it wasn’t! It wasn’t my fault! I was a victim of sexual assault and no one cared.
Keeping It All Inside
So, I stopped talking about the sexual assault. Kept it all bottled up inside. It was like a heavy weight, always there. Made me sick to my stomach. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat. Just wanted to disappear.
I thought maybe if I just ignored it, it would go away. But it didn’t. It just got worse. The sexual assault was always there, in the back of my mind. Like a bad dream that wouldn’t end.
The Pain Doesn’t Go Away
Years went by. I tried to forget about the sexual assault. Tried to move on. But it’s hard. It’s real hard. The pain, it just stays with you. It changes you. You are never quite the same after something like that.
You see things different. You feel things different. You’re always looking over your shoulder. Always scared. That’s what sexual assault does to you. It takes away your peace. It takes away your joy.
Finding My Voice About Sexual Assault
But then, one day, I saw something on that TV box. A woman, talking about sexual assault. Talking about what happened to her. And I thought, “Maybe… maybe I’m not alone.”
It was like a light bulb went off in my head. Maybe it’s time to talk. Maybe it’s time to tell my story. Maybe it’s time to stop being quiet about the sexual assault.
It’s Okay to Speak Up
So, here I am. Talking. It ain’t easy. But it’s important. If you’ve been through something like this, you gotta know it’s okay to speak up. It’s okay to tell your story about sexual assault.
- You’re not alone.
- It’s not your fault.
- There are people who will listen.
It might be hard. People might not believe you. But you gotta keep talking. You gotta keep telling your story about sexual assault. Because your voice matters. Your story matters.
Healing Is Possible After Sexual Assault
It ain’t gonna be easy. Healing takes time. But it’s possible. I know it is. I’m still working on it myself. But I’m getting there. Talking about the sexual assault, that’s the first step.
There are folks out there who can help. Folks who understand. You just gotta find them. They can help you with the sexual assault. Don’t be afraid to reach out. Don’t be afraid to ask for help.
Sexual assault is a heavy burden to carry. But you don’t have to carry it alone. There’s strength in numbers. There’s power in sharing your story. So, speak up. Speak out. Let your voice be heard.
I was sexually assaulted and it was awful. I kept quiet for a long time. I tried to forget about the sexual assault. But I learned that talking helps. You are not alone. It is not your fault. It is ok to speak up about sexual assault. Finding help is important. Healing is possible. Your voice is important.
