In my era
abuse was not talked about
If sexual abuse, the authorities would ask:
What were you wearing?
What did you do to seduce him?
Blame the victim, no arrest made.
As time changes so does the view of
sexual abuse.
Bitter memories of my brother
who at 15 years attacked
myself, I was only 17
the shame and guilt haunts me today
When I think back through my memory banks
there were episodes of sexual abuse
that I have buried deep inside of me.
In 1982, I was walking thru the tunnels
that connect the dorms, fraternities, sororities
and the rest of the school. I was gang raped by a group
of boys. They held me down, tore my clothes and
each took their turn.
I went to campus police
they asked me the standard questions:
What were ou wearing?
What did you do to seduce him?
Blame the victim and continue to say
that the incident didn’t warrant
further investigation and the POLICE
were not called.
I carried the shame and guilt of it.
Being called the Coby C Queen.
By certain men that new that
I had been raped.
It took many years for me to
talk about being raped. I was not
able to be touched by another
human being without the flashback
of this event.
For many years I choose
the wrong type of men.
Men that were abusive.
My marriage, he started out
as a gentlemen but, as time
passed he started to abuse
me sexually. The police
wouldn’t hear of it
because we were married.
In their book it was
acceptable because we
were married.
My 2 nd husband left
after 2 weeks of marriage.
Nine months later he
returns and overdoses me
with my own meds.
When I awoke he was
on top of me.
Today, neither one of
us has discussed it. We let
it be that he left and
never came home.