Nic
“Drugged”
*****
I remember what I wore.
I still have the denim jacket.
I didn’t want the med examiner to put it with the rape kit and the rest of my clothes as evidence.
It’s designer.
I remember he was a friend of a friend.
A friend of a friend I once trusted.
I remember eating pizza at Mellow Mushroom.
I remember talking about friends we both knew from back home.
I remember enjoying myself.
*****
I remember getting in the bar underage because he worked there.
I remember sitting at a table against a dark wall.
I remember feeling “cool.”
I remember him ordering drinks. Not from a waitress but at the bar himself.
I remember waiting for the drinks.
I remember how many I drank.
I remember talking about my boyfriend (now my husband) and how they would get along well.
I remember saying, “I have to pee.”
I remember going to the bathroom, flushing, washing my hands, and then walking out of the restroom.
My legs went numb.
*****
I remember telling him, “I can’t feel my legs.”
I remember he said he would take me home.
I remember him lifting my arm over his shoulder to help me to his car.
I remember him opening the car door for me.
I remember getting in the car.
I remember buckling my seat belt.
That’s where I stop remembering… I think…
What’s in my mind after clicking the seat belt could be true or false… reality or imagination.
*****
I don’t know. I will never know. Truly. I cannot turn back the clock.
I remember wanting to turn back the clock.
*****
I remember saying “no.”
I think I remember saying “no” as he pinned my wrists and spread my legs.
It was a whisper.
My voice was hoarse.
I remember pain… physical and emotional.
But did I say, “no”?
*****
I remember waking up in his bed. He was on the floor. Naked.
I remember seeing the condom wrapper on the alarm clock.
I remember what time it was.
I remember searching his apartment for a bathroom and being violently ill.
I remember finding articles of my clothing scattered.
I remember not knowing where I was.
I remember getting dressed while he was still sleeping.
*****
I remember seeing that he had gone through my purse because my wallet was out, opened, invaded.
*****
Nothing had been stolen.
Everything had been stolen.
*****
I remember him waking up as I zipped my jeans.
I remember him asking why I was crying.
I remember him driving me to my dorm.
I remember the silence.
Deafening.
*****
I remember him putting his hand on my knee when I opened the car door to get out.
I remember wanting to vomit on his hand.
I remember him asking me if I wanted to go to church with him tomorrow.
I remember wanting to vomit on his hand.
I remember thinking “what the fuck?!”
I remember him asking me if I was ok.
I remember saying, “I don’t think so.”
I remember wanting to vomit on his hand that was on my knee.
*****
I remember showering in scalding water.
I remember burning my skin.
I remember using an entire bar of soap until it disintegrated.
I remember using a new, fresh towel when I got out of the shower.
I remember vomiting more and more and more…
Til there was nothing left inside of me.
*****
But it was all already gone.
Nothing was left.
*****
I remember driving myself to the ER.
I remember telling the triage nurse, “I think I was raped.”
I remember her glaring at me and asking, “you think?”
I remember having vials of blood drawn.
I remember the med examiner looking for evidence from my body.
Hairs, finger prints, scratches, skin under my finger nails.
They took what was left of me.
*****
I remember she was frustrated with me because I had already showered and peed.
“Very little evidence here,” she said while I laid with my legs spread open.
I remember being alone.
Entirely alone.
*****
I remember the exam, the doctor, the cop who sat in the corner.
The rape kit.
I remember the doctor saying, “the abundance of tearing of the tissue is sign of trauma to the area.”
I remember thinking “what the fuck does that mean?”
I remember crying while some stranger combed my pubic hair… for his strays.
I remember pictures were taken of bruises on my inner thighs, my breasts, my arms.
I remember a bruise under my right arm pit from him carrying me over his shoulder.
A bruise on my collar bone.
I remember someone saying, “it’ll be he said/she said…”
*****
I remember asking someone to call my mom.
I remember they left her a voicemail.
Who leaves a fucking voicemail?
I remember leaving the ER and going back to my dorm.
I had to be given clothes to wear home.
They were tossed in the garbage that same day.
I remember hating those clothes.
*****
I remember curling up in a ball on my twin-sized bed and bear-hugging myself until it hurt.
I remember wanting it to hurt.
I remember emailing my boyfriend (now husband) to “CALL ME.”
*****
I remember my dad having to get off a plane he had just boarded after receiving a phone call from my mom, saying what had happened to me.
I remember not speaking for an entire 24 hour period, once my parents arrived.
I remember sitting with my knees curled up to my chest for those 24 hours in the hotel room I stayed in with my parents.
I remember my mom on the phone with my brother.
I remember hearing him ask, “how is she?” and mom answering, “she’s quiet, very quiet.”
*****
I remember being questioned incessantly by the police…
I remember the district attorney was female.
I remember being grateful for that.
*****
But I didn’t know. I didn’t know everything they wanted me to know, to answer.
I remember the police finding the drug in his apartment.
I remember being told by the police officer “he and his roommate are in the next room,” as I gave my written statement… signed my written statement.
I remember wondering if his roommate was there that night.
Involved…
*****
I remember not remembering.
__________
Nic blogs at My Bottle’s Up.
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I’m so proud of you Nic.
Love you lady.
Oh damn Nic I am so sorry. That seems like such a stupid thing to say, really. I am just so disgusted by this piece of vile shit and so heartbroken for you at the same time. I don’t even know what to say.
I am so proud of you for speaking out. I am so proud of you for being strong enough to speak out. I am so proud to have found you and your blog, and for my life to have been touched by you, even if only in a tweet, or email, or comment, or blog post.
I can’t even begin to imagine how horrible and hard it must have been.
But I cannot begin to say how good it is that you gave gotten your story out. For having the strength to persevere when I know how hard it must’ve been friggin’ hard as hell to write this.
I am deeply humbled to have read something so intimate. I’m so sorry that anything like this had to ever happen to you – or anybody, at that. I can only hope that as time progresses more people like yourself get their story out, too.
If you ever need to chat — or some more virtual ice-cream — I’m here for you.
Nic, you’re so strong. You’re force to be reckoned with, to be sure.
What an honest and heartbreaking piece of writing – thank you for speaking out.
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Beyond the already almost inconceivable bravery of sharing your story, you share the gift of your beautiful words, carefully crafted, so carefully, in fact, that we are disturbingly there. Familiar in your cadence of trust and then violation, familiar about the not knowing, familiar about the being sick long after there is nothing left.
You are a shining example of what is good and right about healing. I am so happy that you, as a person, are a mother. What a good man you will bring in to the world with your uniquely compassionate point of view……I marvel.
With love,
@kristeneileen
So proud that you were able to post this. Your tattoo is amazing. You are amazing. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way – you didn’t deserve it, but you’re strong and speaking out… and I am so proud of you, that at a young age, you were able to be strong enough to report it, and to go through that horrific experience, alone.
((hugs))
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I am sorry that this happened to you. Thank you for sharing your story with us.
Love you. xoxo
Even now, I feel how scared you were. It was so brave of you to share this.
You are amazing and strong.
I can’t begin to imagine the devastating feeling that experience left you with. It never fails to amaze me the lengths people go to to take advantage of someone else. Doesn’t matter if you said no or not – you were purposely put into a state where you were beyond resistance. And that’s just how the perpetrator wanted it.
You don’t say what happened to him. I hope it was intense, ugly and painful. (Stuff like this awakens a really nasty side of me.)
You can now add to the things you remember: I remember that I spoke up and spoke out and in doing so, helped somebody else. I know that last part is true. I hope that it helped you, too.
What an amazing story of courage. You wrote in such a way that it really hit home. i cant imagine how hard it must have been to report him and you should be very proud of yourself.
There are no words, except we love you and thank you for sharing. You will give other girls strength.
I love you so so so so much. You are so strong to have shared this. My heart breaks that you had to go through such a terrible thing. I wish I could wrap you in hugs right now. xoxoxox
Thank you for sharing this.
You are so brave! I am sitting here in tears thinking of you. Thank you for sharing, for providing hope, for being you.
This shattered me this morning. I’ve been there. Without the drug, but with the alcohol. I never told until 10+ years later. You’re very brave to have done so. Thank you for your story.
Through tears, I thank you for sharing this beautifully eloquent story of your pain. Speaking out takes such courage, and perhaps you have encouraged others to do the same.
Jesus, Nic. I am so proud of you for speaking out. Good job, lady.
I’m crying for you.
You are SO so brave. Thank you for speaking out and sharing your story.
I love you.
I wanted to puke on the guy myself. Or worse. No matter how many of these stories I read, no matter how different the individual circumstances of them are, they all give me that feeling.
The courage it took to offer up your story here is amazing. But it almost pales beside the courage you showed at the time this happened. so many of these cases go unreported. For the very reasons you mentioned.
“I can’t remember”
“Did this actually happen?”
“Did I actually say ‘no’?”
“Will anyone believe me?”
Nic, it doesn’t matter what you said or didn’t say. You were robbed of the capacity to consent. And as such, you did not, could not give consent. the pundits and the media have assigned the name “Date Rape” to this kind of crime and I for one object to it. Because it makes it sound like something less than what it is. Makes it sound like because you went out with the asshole that it was less serious than it would have been if a stranger had dragged you into an alley. It’s not less serious, and it shouldn’t be given a name that makes it sound that way. Rape is rape. And you treated it like the crime that it was in going to the hospital, in reporting it, in following through and for a college-aged girl to have that much guts is simply astonishing.
But almost as bad as the rape itself… the “system” made you a victim all over again. Nobody in your situation should have to feel so totally alone. Not even for the little while it took for your family to arrive. And bless them for being there for you. So many times that doesn’t happen. I’m glad you were spared that at least.
I wish you could turn back the clock too. I wish I could turn it back for you. But you’ve done the next best thing.
I’m speechless. I hope telling your story inspires someone else to speak up. I hope writing it brings a little healing salve to the wound. Proud of you.
xoxo
Nic, I cried reading this because your story is mine. There are thousands of women who share it. I learned that is the years after. University and dorm life was supposed to be fun, not the place where much of who we are gets stolen. Thanks for writing and sharing! I wish I was that brave!
Oh, sweetie. You are so brave. xoxo
That takes courage. To post something that makes you feel so vulnerable. To post something that gets you goosebumps as youre writing it.
Even though I dont actually know you in real life, I’m proud of you for speaking up.
Can I still post a badge on my blog even though I dont have a story to share?
Oh, that’s heartbreaking. Thank you for sharing your story and being brave enough to face the ER, the rape kit, the prosecutor, and the calling of your parents.
Nic I am so sorry this happened to you. You are such a beautiful, strong, wonderful, woman and mother. My heart aches for you today love. Thank you for being strong enough to share your story. I hope it empowers others. xoxo
Bastards. How dare he, and then ask you if you wanted to go to church with him. I want to vomit on him too. I hope they went to jail. I hope there was some sort of justice for such an injustice. Poor you.
((((hugs))))
It happened to me too, in college. He was a “friend of a friend”. It was a date. No drugs were involved tho’. I was a virgin. He forced me. I cried and went back to the dorm and didn’t tell anyone but my roommate who had set me up with him. She told me “I asked for it and it was my fault.” I was betrayed twice. Then I thought I was pregnant (thankfully I wasn’t).
You are so very brave…Nic. So very brave.
(((((moremoremorehugs)))))
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I can’t imagine the courage it took to take the actions you did that next day. Even more so the courage it takes to put it out there for people to read. I hope that you get some piece of healing and love from being so brave.
Nic thank you for sharing your story. I hope now someone can now be as brave as you and break the silence. Stay strong you are truly a brave and amazing woman!
Brave.
That’s the only word I have right now. Thank you for putting into words what so many cannot.
This was incredibly brave of you Nic and superbly written. I too have been slipped “the drug”, but was thankfully wisked out of harms way by my friend instead of dragged to hell by the bartender ‘friend’ I was visiting that night. I remember what I’d had to drink too… only 2… Thing is, I didn’t get all floppy and out of it until later; which I think may have caught someone off guard – instead, I was hallucinating, violent and psychotic at first – I don’t really remember the details… but my friend hauled me away and I passed out in the taxi on the way home. I rememer nothing after that. I’m grateful I was rescued, but I still remember how scared I was. I luv you Nic… now more than ever xo
Very brave and written well. My thoughts are very jumbled at this moment, but congrats on being brave enough to go to the hospital and police. I’m sorry that you had to go thru all that.
I’m so sorry you went through that. I hope he rots in a jail cell. If not for that, then for something else. I can’t believe he asked you to go to church with him. What a narcissistic pig. Like he actually expected to sit there in a church and not feel the wrath of God looming over him for such a gross violation of humanity.
I’m glad you have someone who loves you.
Wow, what courage to speak and share with us all. Thank you for sharing. No one deserves this. YOU did not deserve this.
XOXO
I always come by and read the stories, so many I can relate to, so many I can feel. This is the first one that’s just torn me up and made me want to cry, and I want to put my arms around you and tell you it’s going to be OK.
You are wonderful and so not deserving of that, and I hope your husband tells you that everyday.
Your post sent chills up my spine. You are so brave. Thank you for sharing your story, for speaking up against this horrible, despicable crime that is date rape.
you are so strong. just writing this must have been exhausting. xoxo.
so brave. so damn brave for speaking out for yourself then. a huge hug to you now.
“I’m sorry” feels like such an inadequate thing to say. You’re very brave to share your experience and your pain with us in such a raw and honest way.
I’ve been reading Violence Unsilenced for a little while now. But this is my first comment. I’ve wanted to comment before. To offer some words of support or encouragement or empathy . But it’s difficult to find the words.
But I know it was difficult for you to find the words to right this, too. So it seems like the least I can do is offer my inadequate “I’m sorry” and let you know how very strong I know you are. Thank you for sharing this.
:hugs: i hope you never have to remember every again.you are so brave and strong for telling your story. thank you for sharing and thank you for continue to beat on.
Wow. Speechless. I commend you on your bravery to write about your experience. We should all be so courageous in sharing our truth.
Thank you for sharing yours…
Thank you for sharing, for being so brave – then and now. xo
I read this at work and was thankful that it was lunch time – my eyes welled up as I read your story. It got increasingly more blurry for me to see. I was feeling for you, remembering my own experience and my eyes were welling up for both. It’s written in such a relatable way – even if my experience wasn’t the same as yours in the details, the emotions and everything else behind it are there. It’s been said, but it can never be said too many times I think, that you’re extremely brave and have buckets of courage. You’re a very strong woman – i don’t know you and i’ve just stumbled on this post but regardless of how many years have passed it’s always heartening to read how others survive through it. It’s so important to speak out and sometimes its the hardest thing to do. And you did. Beautifully.
Oh honey. This is beautiful and brave and strong and I am so very proud of you.
Thank you for sharing your story with all of us and getting it out there.
Amazing story, I am sorry, but I know it felt good to get your story out there
It has taking me half the day to think of something to say…but I can’t. Nic, you are too good of a person for this to happen to. I am sorry.
Thank you for sharing!
My heart breaks that you had to suffer through such an experience. Your writing is beautiful, thank you for being so brave to share your story. You showed such bravery and strength at the time, and now.
All I can say is wow, I have been there before, and yet never had the courage that you have, never. You are such and awe and inspiration. I am so proud of you for being so strong and being able to speak out and share. Thank you isn’t enough.
Thank you on behalf of women everywhere for sharing this. It means more to more people than you know.
I know the pain and I know the strength it took for you to write this. I am proud of you and in awe of you. You are so amazing and brave.
My heart cried out as I read this. I’m so thankful that you shared this. And that you were so brave at the time and now for writing about it. Every high school – college age woman should read this. It’s horrifying that someone could betray trust so easily at that boy did.
Still to this day, I wonder about the time I woke up realizing that I was too drunk to truly give concent, whether it was all my fault. I never reported anything. I’m so proud of you that you did.
WOW WOW WOW! Your are so incredibly brave. Thank you for sharing such a personal and emotional part of your life.
Colleen
Nic, wow. You are such a strong person. I don’t know what to say but I want you to know I think you did a great thing by sharing your story, as hard as it must have been.
Thank you for having the courage to share your story.
I don’t know you, but I think you’re amazing.
Good for you for pressing charges against the guy.
Good for you for not backing down.
Your strength is palpable. Your courage incredible. Your story heartbreaking.
I’m so sorry this happened to you.
I am so sorry Nic. But You are so, so, so brave for sharing. Tons of hugs darlin.
You’re so strong and courageous for sharing your story.
You’re so strong and courageous for going to the hospital after the fact and enduring the exam, the questions, signing your statement, standing up for yourself and others. You amaze me.
You are a brave, incredible woman, Nic and I know, I just know, you saved some other girl’s life today. Because she’s not alone, she’s knows you made it through this horror.
Nic, I’m so proud of you for telling your story. This was beautifully written. I know that you have helped at least one woman who thought she was alone.
I’m very thankful to know you. xoxo
I’ve read so many posts. Your is the first to make me cry. I feel like I lived that with you through your “I remember statements.” Thank you for sharing this. Thank you for telling the police. Something that so many of us hasn’t done. You are in my heart.
Nic.
Telling it is brave of you. REMEMBERING it is brave of you.
Thanks for the (awful) reminder that this doesn’t just happen to strangers. That every person that I “just met” could have had tragedy in their life.
Thanks for putting this out there on the chance that someone who needs it can read it.
I don’t even know what to say….but kudos to you for sharing, very brave of you.
See how many people went through this same thing? Think how much you’ve helped them. You’re one tough lady. And you have one great husband, too- I might add.
Thank you for sharing this with all of us. I know it must be incredibly hard to remember, and to remember not remembering.
What a terrible thing to endure and what a brave thing to write about it.
I’m crying with you.
I’m crying for you.
I’m crying because I love you.
I am so terribly sorry for what you had to go through. What you had to survive. And I am in awe of your courage to write about it.
Thank you for sharing your story. Your raw courage is an inspiration to us all.
That was so brave. (I`m hugging the shit out of you right now).
Wow. You are incredibly courageous to tell your story in such detail, and I am in awe with complete admiration for you. There are so many women (and even men, I’m sure) who are living in similar pain every single day, and your story will most definitely touch and inspire them to face their own demons. Kudos to you for standing up to your own demons.
Oh Nic, my heart hurts for you.
To have taken away even your right to remember. I am so sorry.
You never deserved to question if you said no. You didn’t want it. you didn’t deserve what happened.
I found the link to this post over at your blog. I just want to say that you have inspired me to speak out about my abuse. I am currently suffering from ptsd because of it and after reading your story I think it will make me feel better to let it out. Thank you so much for being brave and sharing with all of us.
I’m so sorry that happened to you. SO incredibly scary. I’m glad they found the drug and got the jerk…and that you’re now married to your boyfriend from back then. Thank you for sharing.
You are amazing for sharing this.
I wish I knew what to say or how to say the things tumbling through my brain. But thank you. Thank you so so much. I hope this will inspire others to speak up and make their voices heard.
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I have no words. You are so strong and brave for writing this, thank you.
nic, i love you.
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Oh, honey. You are so very brave. So. Very Brave.
Thank you for going to the police.
Thank you for telling.
Thank you for sharing.
From all of us who couldn’t. Or wouldn’t.
your bravery is commendable. bravery in reporting this then. bravery in writing about it now.
Thank you so much for going back there, for summoning the courage to tell us what happened. Thank you for sharing what is in that deep dark pit of blackness around this memory. Thank you thank you.
Rage. That’s what I feel. And a token of relief at every “now husband,” as I assume he is a gentle man capable of loving someone through something so threatening, violent, and soul-shattering.
You wrote this so powerfully.
I am honored to walk with you for a moment.
Incredible…I hope those fuckers went to jail, and you’re so brave to have shared your story. Sorry you went through this.
There are no words, this is truly awful. As horrible as being raped must be, not knowing, that “what if”s… that must make it even harder. This is so incredibly sad, and it makes me so mad that he had he gall to ask you to go to church with him, and ask you if you were ok…what an animal.
Nothing had been stolen.
Everything had been stolen.
Very, very powerful writing. Thank you for sharing your story.
I’m sick at reading what that monster did to you. Your candid writing is so powerful. I thank you for your bravery in sharing it with us.
Nic I love you. You are so amazing.
I started to hold back my weeping at the beginning. But then I got to the part where you were quiet with your parents. You had been silenced. But you’re not anymore, and so I wept.
Thank you.
The last commenter couldnt have said it better. You were silenced then, but you arent anymore. My heart is broken for all he robbed you of. But I am SO proud and thankful that you wrote this. Because of you, hopefully another teenage girl will not allow herself to be silenced by some bastard.
You know how profoundly I was affected by reading this. You gave me the courage to find my voice, at last. I know it must have been difficult, but because you ‘did it’, you changed my life. I will forever -forever- be grateful. Thank you, Nic.
I have no words that others haven’t said; I am stunned, and you are amazing.
Thank you for sharing what you remember and don’t remember. It matters so much. For what it is worth, I don’t remember everything either, and I wasn’t drugged. I remember wanting to puke on his hand too. Thank you so much..
I have no words, but plenty of tears. This brings up so many memories of my own life that I would rather forget. You are so brave to be outspoken. Thank you so much for putting this out there for all survivors to see we are not alone. “Everything had been stolen” is so true. No one can understand true feelings or lack of feeling, from stolen innocence, unless you have gone through this yourself. You have captured so much in your powerful words. Thank you.
Wow, Nic, I had no idea. What a beautiful way you’ve chosen to tell a story of such a hateful act. I believe way more women have had this happen and not had the guts to come forward. I’m so proud of you and I don’t even know you but your story has changed me.
Stef
I am blessed by your courage to share your story. It is a familiar story for me to read in some ways. I can relate having gone through something similar. I thank you for sharing.
When my daughter is old enough I will share this with her. As a warning, as a reminder…I feel sick that this has become so common that I knew instantly where this was headed…but I also feel so grateful for you sharing your story. Because of your honesty and strength you have no idea how many others you may be saving from the horror you were forced to deal with. Thank you for sharing your story.
Nic, thank you for sharing your story. I can only imagine how difficult it must have been to put it together and post it, finally. Massive cyber hugs.
Out of the Abyss…
I walked through life upon a tight rope.At times, it was 10 feet wide. Others, it was mere millimeters. I fell, silently. My voice was stolen at the age of 12. I was unable to cry for help.Below, an abyss. A deep, dark, prickly place.I was walking…
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The sheer bravery of going to the ER. I’m stunned.
Your strength is stunning. Thank you for giving us the gift of your story.
There are so many other women with your same story, and you’re helping every one of them by sharing.
I’m so sorry that you have to remember… so sorry that you had to experience that. And so grateful that you were willing to share your story.
So many others have already said what I would have said, so I’ll just repeat the basics. Thank you for being so brave, so strong.
How badly I wish I knew what to say. I read your blog entry (in reference to this post) and am so glad you feel the release you do. At a loss for words except to say thank you and wow.
You are amazing beyond words.
I just saw this post. I am speechless- your words amaze me. So powerful, so well written, so strong. Miss you girl. xoxo. You brighten my day.
p.s.
i remember being so mad and wanting to kick his ass (understatement) …still do..
[...] was raped on september 26, 2000. though i have gained such strength in sharing my story and purging myself of the shame i have felt for the last 9 years… that date will always be [...]
[...] i remember after being told to use that STOP sign trick by that therapist that worked for a little while. i think… at that time, my mind would wander a lot. i didn’t know exactly what took place during my rape because i had been drugged. [...]
He will never steal the piece of you that said NO. Your story will save someone’s life one day, it may already have.
[...] encountered some tragic circumstances, witnessed tragedies, survived trauma and lived to tell the tale… but to label me “tragic,” identify me using that term, it took my breath [...]
[...] Nic is a rape survivor. Nic is not only a rape survivor, but she is a brave soul who has decided to share her story to help herself and to help others. And she has opened up about the euphoric aftermath of telling [...]
[...] Nic is a rape survivor. Nic is not only a rape survivor, but she is a brave soul who has decided to share her story to help herself and to help others. And she has opened up about the euphoric aftermath of telling [...]
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what can anyone say? to share your story is very courageous. thank you for sharing something that had to have been painful to re-experience.
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You are so very brave. Thank you for sharing your story.
[...] had a dream about you once. years ago… soon after you had raped me. i had a dream that i was standing face-to-face with you, on the main street of our college [...]
[...] blogs at My Bottle’s Up and originally shared her story at Voices Unsilenced. She is very brave to share her story and I thank her for letting me cross post it. Please be [...]
[...] a rape survivor myself, one who has publicly and proudly shared my story of being drugged and raped with the world wide web, i find myself ashamed to say that i was once a [...]
speechless. ((hugs))
So sorry this happened to you.
[...] know. *GASP* i’m not too excited about the ultra-loopy pain killers, ya know, given the whole being drugged and “rape raped” [...]
Dear Nic,
I found your story on the blog myvoiceaftersilence.wordpress.com, and it was so moving to me. Thank you for sharing your story. I would like to re-post it on my own blog and use it to tell part of my story as well.
- Sayrina