Bianca and Bernard
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Jul 12, 2015
Women don’t report rape, because nothing happens to the rapist. They then get ostracized and judged for being a rape victim.
Sad but true. Remember Brock Turner?
In my case, I didn't report it either.
The police didn't believe me when they came two months earlier, because he knew how hard he had could hit and not leave a bruise. Any of the times they came. WE were told to stop fighting so loud, we were disturbing the neighbors and would get a ticket if we kept it up.
They didn't believe me the year before when he kicked my knees, dislocating my kneecap and tearing tendons..after all, I just had a bad fall down the stairs at the the apartment building, didn't I? Or the time that he pinned me in the chair and force fed me mushrooms until I vomited because "they are good and you WILL eat them" (I had politely declined to eat the spaghetti sauce at dinner at his mothers house because she made it with those vile things; I ate every thing else, including the pasta without sauce, but that was apparently offensive to her)...I guess I had the flu, from what the police put in the report.
Or the time that he put a knife under my chin and I just looked at him and said "if you are going to kill me, just do it already" because I was tired of it all. The scar there still hurts some days. I had a 'kitchen accident'.
His mama, the day I came out of the bedroom (we were living in at her home) holding my stomach and crying, asked "well why is SHE crying now". He said "I punched the b**** because she wouldn't (not dis friendly act); she responded "good, she deserved it". Yes, I refused my spouse his 'God given rights'; my daughter was in her crib at the end of the bed screaming and needed caring for, and I was apparently in the wrong for choosing to care for her needs instead of his.
The one time I did get the police to believe me (because the neighbors did call the cops every time, thank you to those strangers)...and they only believed me because he was in such a rage that he forgot to close the blinds and the cops could see through the sliding glass door as he wrapped his hands around my throat, his mama went to court and told the judge there was no way her son would behave that way. Of course, the judge listened to that upright member of the community; after all a secretary at the FBI is much more reliable a witness than a cashier at McDonald's, even if she hadn't even been in the state at the time of the attack. He didn't even get a slap on the wrist; I got a verbal beatdown by the judge in the courtroom for lying about such 'a nice boy'. That night was particularly tough; I had to call out of work for a couple of days after because he lost control and left some bruises on my face.
Hmm, I wonder why I didn't report my rape by my still-then husband. If I couldn't get them to believe the abuse, what on earth would they have said if I reported him breaking in and raping me? I would have been laughed out of the station.