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Your mom's story is all too familiar. I am glad that your mom felt comfortable enough to share with you what had happened to you in an effort to protect you. Us moms tend to set aside our pain and use our life experiences as examples in teaching our children valuable lessons that we hope/no we pray that they will listen and learn. It is so good that you listened to your mom's story, and even better that you had a guardian angel watching over you that night!
Good for you, and good for your sister. Don't ever stop telling this story!
Thank you for sharing it here.
Your mother and sister are brave, yes, but so are you. I appreciate you sharing with us how your mom told you her story. As a mother to two boys, I often wonder if or how I'll tell them I was raped. I can't imagine how, yet I can't imagine not letting them know how much they must respect the word no.
OMG. What a story. Thank goodness for your sister, and that your mom told her story.
Not Your Fault.
Thank you for sharing.
i am glad you ended up being safe. thank you for telling your story so that others might be safe and protected. I am glad your sister is strong and protective.
amazing when our guardian angels step in to change fate. thanks for sharing. your mom is obviously an incredibly strong woman.
Thank you for sharing your story. I'm so happy your mother and sister are looking out for you, family is what keeps us safe in hard times.
Thank you so much for sharing your story. You, your mother and your sister are such brave women. And no, it was not your fault. I had a similar experience in high school and I am still grateful to the friends who stopped it.
Big hugs to you. Thank you for sharing your story. Thank you for helping others by sharing. You are brave and strong and no, it was definitely not your fault that it happened at all. Thank you for standing up and saying so.
Wow. Kudos to your sister for kicking some ass! I appreciate this post because it is soooooo hard to get teenagers to believe in their own fallibility & vulnerability (I was the same way). Thanks for the reminder.
I'm glad your story didn't end up where it so well could have - you, your sister and your mother should all be proud of yourselves for being unafraid to tell your stories.
Thank you for sharing your story. Your sister is indeed an angel. What a group of courageous women you all are.
What an amazing story. I wonder often how and when I'll tell my daughters about my own rape. This was a great model of how to do it, and why it needs to be done.
Also: IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT. I know you know, but I never get tired of hearing it. You really did nothing wrong, and what happened to you wasn't right.
I am so thankful to have read this. What an amazing story of the bonds of women - how powerful words can be, and how we do look out for each other. A reminder to do so.
Thank you so much for reminding me that I have lessons to teach my daugher (and sons), and that keeping quite prevents me from teaching those lessons. Glad you have your sister and your mother... you are all amazing women!
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I wish my mother would have told me her story before I had to tell her mine. I know it would have saved me a lot of therapy and years of blaming myself.
Thank you for sharing this, JAG.
God Bless your mother for telling you! I'm so very glad she had the courage to tell you that there are real dangers out there. And thank God for your sister. This is a great story.
You have wonderful insight via your expierence and that of your mother's. Thank you for speaking out!
Both your sister and you are heroes. Her for saving you, and you for telling your story. Blessings on you.
Your mother sounds like a strong, amazing women. And your sister, she's obviously a rockstar. Thank you for sharing your story.
I will think of this story, every time my daughter asks me, "But why can't I.... Mom?" I'm so glad you shared this with us. Together, we moms, sisters, daughters and friends are More.
A most excellent story!
Good for your sister.
Great for you!
I am truly sorry for what happened to your mother, but kudos to her for doing everything she could to protect you.
Thank goodness for your sister and chunky heels.
I'm glad you learned from that experience and I know that you posting this will certainly help open girls' eyes.
It's common to joke about it until it affects you or someone you know too. I remember that a friend of mine would say "Man, I want to rape that car." Granted we never jokes about raping a person, and his joke was continued; "I want to forcefully enter it without asking" Or another friend that would say he was raping his socks in the morning. Yes, I had weird friends and still do. JAG is one of them.
Once I found out that someone very special to me had been raped, I could think of nothing more than finding that person, or any person that could do a thing like that, and exacting brutal justice upon them. Once it hits home, it never leaves and it's always on your mind.
thank you for telling your story. thank you for reminding me why I should tell my daughter (and son) what happened to me, why my story, so similar to yours, could help them someday avoid the same fate. thank you.
Your sister is one brave and tough cookie, as are you and your Mother. Everyone who shares their story is helping someone. Thank you for telling us yours.
Thank you so much for sharing your story with us. I'm glad that your sister was there to help you that day, what a blessing. God bless your mom for what she endured.
Tears in my eyes for the grace of God or luck for you and not for others, and for myself--I put myself in that situation more than once.
And for your Mom for having the strength to share with her daughter, what she probably would've rather banished from her mind and past forever.
Thank God for your sister. I am so glad she was there for you. My heart goes out to you and your family. Thank you so very much for speaking out.
I just dont think there is anything more frightening for a kid than to learn someone hurt their mother.
And I love your sister.
And I'm glad you're sharing your story.
I had that experience in college, only nobody came to get me. It came to fruition, and I think about it whenever I think about my daughter dating some day. Perhaps I should tell her my story ... it seems your mother telling you helped.