Social function of rape mythsI have written a few times about the myths surrounding the topic of rape, but I've never written about why these myths have survived for so long and the social functions that they serve. Rape myths allow people to feel safe by letting them believe that rape rarely happens, and that when it does, it is because the person secretly wanted it or that they were "asking for it". The myths enable us to maintain the belief that we live in a just world. They allow us to believe we can prevent future rapes. And in some cases they even maintain the Adam-and-Eve tradition of our culture, in which man s believed to be the innocent victim of the evil temptress women.Myths provide a false securityWhen we are confronted with the story of a rape, the easiest way to maintain our feelings of safety and invulnerability and to believe that what we are hearing is indeed a work of fiction, not a true story. If we believe "many rape reports are false", then we significantly lower our perceived chance
HauntedI gaze around this room. There's never less, never more. The orderly peeks in again, and I pretend to sleep. He makes sure I'm breathing still. These constant incursions would drive me crazy, if I wasn't there already. I can't blame them for checking. I don't want to be here. I don't want...to be. They took everything away from me; everything to cut or gouge or squeeze. All that's left is the pain; the twisting, the wrenching, the empty. That's all that's left of me. "A B C D E F G
"I don't see an end, but I remember how it started. How betrayal and naïveté would leave me here to die, without remorse, or the batting of an eye. I'm seventeen, and I was so far ahead. I exceeded every expectation, blew through hurdles in my wake. I had it all in front of me, a future bright for all to see. Though my daddy said I wasn't his; drew lines throughout my memory. A beautiful boy said he loved me. My knight, my heart, my everything. He promised me eternity. I trusted him with all
Getting Over It"Get over it"You say it as though its a choice.Like I choose to sing the blues everyday.You speak as though I'm in control.Why choose to feel insane?You think it's all so easy?Then why feel this way in the first place?It's not as simple as just willing it all away.The feelings embed themselves in your brain.Those feelings turn into thoughts,You never want to say.The thoughts turn to actions,To chase the feelings away.Its a never ending cycleThats not so easy to break.