59 Quotes About Rape-survivor

Here, from her ashes you lay. A broken girl so lost in despondency that you know that even if she does find her way out of this labyrinth in hell, that she will never see, feel, taste, or touch life the same again.

If you think I'm going to apologize for being drugged and raped, you have another thing coming.

The terror takes you. The cage is locked and the curtain drawn. Fingers dance along as blades, carving memories into your flesh that will leave scars long past being healed.

She told me that my rape was not my fault, that I should feel no shame, that – simple as it may sound – I hadn’t caused it. No one causes rape but rapists. No one causes rape but rapists. No one causes rape but rapists. It was true. And it had not been obvious to me. And hearing it from someone else, a professional, someone who should know, helped me believe that soon I would believe it.

They say rape is the practice of sexual intercourse without consent but in my case, I did consent. I knew it wasn’t him. I could tell it was another person that was in that room with me. Have you ever watched the movie “Face off”? They had this ‘hand-down-the-face’ touch that distinguished the bad guy from the good guy. I remember touching his face, I knew it wasn’t him.

Waking up there is a numbness, a coldness that you never knew that had existed in you. I guess that's why things in the wild are so tough, you have to to survive such a terrible thing.

She felt it every night; a familiar pain in her loin, a gasp of air, the numbness and the nauseousness, the rapid heartbeat, but he was never physically there. He was there only for the first time, only for 238 seconds; not for the rest of her life but it didn't feel any different.

People may not realize the damage that they are doing by placing the blame on the victim ~ but that doesn't lessen the damage that they cause by doing it.

Rachel shook her head, even though she was lying. Of course it bothered her to be spilling her guts out to someone and watching them write it all down in front of her. It felt exposing and intrusive to her privacy. Like Dr. Kean was writing it down so she could show someone else, or remember the good parts so she could go back and reread them later.