I am one of them.
Guest Post by: Sarah Leitz
What is it about sexual assault that just makes everyone shut down? They either protest that it didn’t happen, that the victim is a liar or they just pretend it doesn’t happen at all – not to them, not to their friends, not by anyone they know.
“It’s someone else’s fault!”
“These women have to be lying. He would never do that!”
“Why are they just coming forward now?”
“She just wants attention.”
“What did she expect dressed like that and out drinking?”
“It’s just feminists blaming men again. No way is it this big of a problem.”
It does happen. In fact, it happens A LOT. I’m not the only one who has been through this. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) estimates up to 3,000,000 women are raped every year and most go unreported. They go unreported, not because it doesn’t happen, but because we blame the victim. Our first inclination is to say it was her fault.
That’s how I felt. If I only wouldn’t have gone on that trip, if I wouldn’t have let my guard down, if he wasn’t my friend, if I would have seen the signs, if I wouldn’t have worn a bathing suit on a beach…and on and on. It wasn’t until years later that I realized the only person to blame is the guy who wouldn’t take no for an answer and forced himself on me.
Let’s think about this in a different, easier way. Do we blame people for being robbed? Do we say to everyone who is ever robbed “well, I guess you just shouldn’t have had nice stuff. Then no one would want to take it.” If everyone who was ever robbed is told that it’s their fault for having anything of value, do you think robbery reports would go up or down? It’s so much easier to think that if a person would have just done one thing differently they wouldn’t have been hurt. It’s hard to realize how little control we have over other people’s actions and to realize that there are some things we just can’t prevent. Whether it’s fate or providence, sometimes bad things just happen to good people. Sadly, there are many people out there that can, and are allowed to, do horrible things.
To put this into perspective only 6 out of every 1000 perpetrators of sexual violence are ever convicted and go to prison.
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Compare this to other crimes:
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I have a hard time understanding why so many people don’t see this as a problem. Maybe you can’t understand until it happens to you or someone you know. Men get away with rape and women don’t report it. I was one of those who didn’t report, and I wonder everyday if it would have even made a difference.
Often media and people say that men aren’t convicted because women falsely accuse men, that they are lying, and it didn’t happen that way. However the data contradict this. The small number of women who do come forward and report a rape or tell their story are rarely lying. Sexual assault has the same, or lower false reporting rate than any other crime. Only 2-8% are false claims according to many sources. However so many people are under the impression that HALF (or more) of reported rapes are false.
When women report, most people are first concerned about the damage the accusation will have for a perpetrator, rather than the horror of what the victim went through or the bravery of her coming forward. There are no parades for victims, rarely any monetary gain, and at worst coming forward may result in death and threats of additional rape. Women who accuse celebrities or other prominent men may face intimidation, being black-balled in their careers, and having their private lives dissected in the media. Just look at the nation’s reaction to the women who came forward as victims of sexual assault by our current president.
It is important to acknowledge that rape isn’t just a women’s issue. First, since women aren’t the only ones who suffer from rape. One out of every ten rape victims are men and 93% of those men were raped by other men. Second, men have a responsibility to end rape. That is not to say that all men rape because again that is not what the statistics show us. The majority of men don’t rape and are generally good people; only about 3-6% of men will ever rape. Unfortunately, the majority of perpetrators are repeat offenders.How are so many men ok with standing by while such a small percentage of their ranks are ruining their reputation, are making women everywhere scared of them?
I can give you more statics that you would ever want to know about rape, but why do I care so much about the truth on sexual assault? Doesn’t it make it worse for me? Well, many people who go through traumatic experiences tend to find learning about the subject and volunteering can feel empowering and can help normalize the events that they went through. I’ve spent the last year or so learning and training so I can help those like me. It helped me to understand that I wasn’t alone in my struggle and my silence.
The CDC estimates that 19% of undergraduate women experience attempted or committed sexual assault since entering college. I’m one of those statistics. My senior year of college I was raped by one of my best friends. I was a virgin, saving myself for marriage, and that was taken from me. At first, I could only remember bits and pieces of it. I remember him being on top of me and telling him no over and over again, but not being able to push him off. I was so confused by that, why were my arms betraying me? I didn’t have that much to drink, how did I end up in here with him? I’m stronger than this, surely I can push a drunk guy off of me? But I couldn’t, I was barely there. Barely aware of what was happening. It was like I was floating above myself and watching it happen. He kept saying “Why won’t you let me give it to you?” and it didn’t stop until my roommate walked in.
I couldn’t think about it until days later. As I pulled the details back together, I was numb at first. It was not until after I talked through what happened with my best friend and she helped me put a name to it, rape, that I truly understood what happened. I pieced it together at home before going back to college and my mom could tell something was wrong. I felt so much guilt and shame when I told her. My first thought was that I couldn’t do this to them again. My oldest sister was also raped while in college, and I saw the pain that it caused not only her but our entire family. My mom wouldn’t give up because she knew that something was really wrong. Once I told her, she took me to the hospital.
You have no idea the nightmares that rape exams can cause victims. I understand that it was necessary to get the care I needed, but it was like having my power taken away again. To have to tell your story and be laid bare in front of strangers. To be in an examination room, with your legs spread apart, while nurses are around you, swabbing, taking pictures of the bruises and having you sign a bunch of papers for the pills that they are giving you. As I found out much later, most rape kits don’t find much useful physical evidence, especially if time has passed and if the victim tries to shower/bathe as most want after such an assault. Often the perpetrator argues that it was consensual, so even if semen or hair evidence is found, it fits with the perpetrator’s version of the story. Bruises, tears, and cuts are explained away by rapists as rough, desired sex. Sometimes I wonder if I could have avoided the additional trauma of the rape exam by not going. I can’t keep looking back though, it will drive me crazy to think about the what-ifs.
For years I just didn’t want to think about the rape at all. I wanted to pretend it never happened. I didn’t go to counseling or talk to anyone about it. If I ignored it, I hoped it would go away. Our brains are amazing, and it’s fascinating how your mind can protect itself by shutting down or pushing memories into a deep dark drawer. However, it doesn’t work forever, and over the past few years it’s all come back with a vengeance. I’ve had to go through it all again because I could no longer hide from what happened. Until the past year I have only told about four people outside of my family but today I’m telling anyone who will listen.
You see, I blamed myself for everything. I thought I was damaged, sullied, impure. I was devastated. I drank heavily, eat everything in sight, and stared blankly at the tv; doing almost anything to try to stop feeling. I started hating myself. I couldn’t look in the mirror without being disgusted with what I saw. I felt alone, isolated. When you don’t talk, you can never get the support that you really need. I started crying a lot. I had good months, and I had bad months, but the bad months started to outnumber the good. I smiled and put on a happy face when anyone was around, but it was exhausting. I started planning suicide about three different times. In one particularly low point I even had the pills counted out on the counter, telling myself I just wanted to see what that many pills looked like. I started pushing away my friends and family. I was worried that my sadness would affect their happiness. I felt that they deserved someone better. I thought my husband deserved someone better. Even though he’s been with me the entire time, I started to wish that he would leave me, because he deserved someone who was less damaged, who could be happy and make him happy. I went through a period of almost six full months of being sick constantly. I realize now that it was my body crying for help. I knew then that I needed to talk to someone who deals with this type of pain. What’s worse than what I went through is knowing that I’m not alone in my experience:
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After years of repression, I couldn’t stop thinking about my rape. It was taking over my life. I kept thinking that I could have stopped it, that I should have known better, or that I somehow caused this. Not until I put the blame squarely on my rapist’s shoulders did I realize how wrong I was. I’m stronger than I thought, I’m starting to heal, however slowly. I know now that I didn’t do this to myself, I didn’t climb up on top of a severely incapacitated woman and force myself on her while she was saying no. I didn’t choose for this to happen to me, and neither does anyone else. If I felt this way, how many more women are right there with me? How can we let our culture continue to let us, our friends, our sisters, our daughters, our wives, our mothers, think that WE are the ones responsible?
My entire life I’ve been taught to forgive and that God says “vengeance is mine.” But it’s so much easier said than done. People act like forgiveness is a one-time act, but it’s not. I have to forgive him every time I think about the rape and how it affected my life. I have to forgive him when someone says his name and I feel like I’ve been punched. Forgive him when the pain is so bad it’s hard to get out of bed. Forgive him for raping me, forgive my friends who should have known for doing nothing and most importantly – forgive myself. I forgive for me. Not to absolve him of his guilt, but to let me move on with my life and to hopefully help others.
I have to believe that if we all could truly understand the pain that rape and sexual assault causes to the victim, their family, and their friends, that maybe we could work together to put an end to this epidemic. Maybe we could stop blaming the victim, and maybe it wouldn’t have to just be women’s voices joining together to stop this. Maybe we could all join together. This isn’t just a women’s issue. It’s men’s issue. It is a human issue. There are so many good men out there. How can anyone sit by and let 3% of the male population ruin so many lives? To let 3% of the population make the majority of women live in fear, to feel unsafe when they are walking to their car, living alone, wearing a short skirt or at a bar having a drink is ridiculous. How do we still have a culture that continues to see women as objects and something to be dominated? That perpetuates and often celebrates this type of behavior? How are we arguing that this is an issue? There are societies where rape isn’t a major concern. So we know that rape isn’t in men’s nature, and it’s degrading to say so. This can be stopped.
Leaders stand up when then see something is wrong, and I’m tired of sitting and being silent. I hope ending my silence will in some way help. I don’t want this to happen to anyone else. So please, be a leader and stand up with me.
[1] https://www.rainn.org/statistics/victims-sexual-violence