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Ms. Corey Period7
bodily harm or when the victim is unable of giving consent. Those who are not
aware of the different types of rape would assume that rape is committed by
strangers in dark alleys at night, but in all actuality the majority of rapes are
committed by someone that the victim knew and possibly trusted at one time in
their life. About four out of five assaults are committed by someone the victim
While there are many types of rapes, some of the commonly known ones are
gang rapes, which consists of when someone is sexually assaulted by more than
one person. Marital rapes, which occurs anytime when a spouse if forced to
have sex with the other when they dont want. Prison rapes, these happen
within the walls of prisons and are usually male on male forcible contact, and
wartime rapes, which are associated with almost every war and is a common
military war tactic for an attacking army to invade a village or city and rape the
There are many reasons why someone could rape another but a few of the
reasons are for power, being to show or prove dominance over another. Sadism
is a motive to rape someone, these are usually the more planned ones where
the rapist gets pleasure from hurting the victim. Another type of rape is sexual
gratification. Most of the acquaintance rapes and date rapes fall under this
category. This is the most common type of rape.
Sexual violence is almost the same as rape, except sexual violence is harmful words and
actions that are unwanted by a person, as opposed to only violent or unwanted sexual
acts. Sexual violence is almost the same as rape, except sexual violence is harmful words and
actions that are unwanted by a person, as opposed to only violent or unwanted sexual
acts. There are multiple causes of sexual violence that are most related to a culture that in ways,
supports and condones sexually violent messages and/or behavior. this is called a rape culture
and is represented or shown as exploitive images of women and children in the media.
The terms sexual abuse and sexual assault can be and are used interchangeably with sexual
violence. In the general perspective sexual abuse usually refers to the repeated sexual violation
of a child by a family member or another. There are many types of sexual assault:
Sexual assault
Incest
1 in 71 men have been raped in the duration of their life (almost 1.6 million)
spouse
Approximately 80 percent of female victims have experienced their first rape before the
age of 25, almost half have experienced their first rape before the age of 18 (30 percent
In data from 2005 through 2010, most rape or sexual assault victims (78 percent) knew
the offender
The there are many effects of sexual assault. The effects could be psychological, emotional,
and/or physical. The duration of these effects could be long term or short term. Some of the
effects are depression. Depression is a sad or blue feeling, then it may become something
more than the normal feelings of sadness when the symptoms last for more than two weeks.
Some symptoms of depression may include:
Long periods of sadness or unexplainable crying
yourself
Remind yourself that you are in the present: Look around you and be aware of your
surroundings and let yourself know that you are no longer in that moment
Pay attention to and be aware of your surroundings: notice things that would help you
realize where you are, like touching things that bring back positive memories, or
Breathing: try to focus on your breathing, for example, counting your breaths, Five
counts in and five counts out until you feel as if it is alright to continue doing what it is
Self Soothing: do something that normally calms you down when youre anxious like
going the get under your favorite blanket, or drinking warm tea while reading a book if
or fine. Reach out to people who you can trust and who care for you for support because
Post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) is a normal human reaction to any extreme or abnormal
situations. Its not a rare or an unusual occurrence, and many people experience post traumatic
stress disorder as a result of a traumatic experience such as rape or sexual assault. Some of the
symptoms of post traumatic stress disorder are:
Experiencing symptoms of expressed horror, fear, or helplessness
Regularly avoiding things that might trigger the memories or flashbacks of the event
1 of every 16 American women has been the victim of an attempted or a completed rape
or sexual assault in her lifetime. Among all of the victims about 9 out of 10 of them are
female
1 out of 33 American men have been the victim of an attempted or completed rape or
sexual assault in his lifetime. At least 10 percent of all victims are male.
From the ages of 12 to 34 are the years with the highest risk
Girls from the ages of 16 to 19 are four times more likely the be victims of sexual assault
Race
100 percent of completed rapes, 39 percent of attempted rapes and 17 percent of sexual
33 percent of the victims have minor physical injuries such as bruises and chipped teeth
5 percent of the victims have major injuries such as broken bones an gunshot wounds
82 percent of the ones that were cared for received hospital services
55 percent of those injured and who received medical care use physician services
To further your understanding of my topic, a primary source has volunteered to share her
story. The names of all involved have been withheld to protect their identity, and to she has
changed the perpetrators name to keep his identity hidden as well. I had just turned 13 four
days previously, imagine that. Just became a teenager, something Ive been waiting for since I
was little. And bam, its ruined. I had been with this guy, lets call him Joe. He had gotten me
into paraphernalia that was slowly starting to effect all rational judgements, so I went to a house
party. It was like a typical college party, and I had gone with him. Everything in the beginning
was great, we were having a great time. Then he was being over protective, I was talking to
someone and he got angry and walked out. So I excused myself from the guy I was conversing
with, and I went into the bedroom of the owner of the house, to be alone and try to sober up. I
didnt even realize that he followed me until I went to close the door and there he was, yelling at
me and screaming. Then he stormed out, and I thought I was finally alone. But five minutes after
he left, I got what peace and quiet comes with attending a house party full of drunken idiots, he
returned. He was screaming louder, barely making sense, I dont remember what he was
screaming but I know he was. It all got loud in my head, questioning myself why I even agreed
to go to this party with someone who doesnt care for me like he had once said. I never once
responded to him, then in one swift movement he grabbed my throat and held it tight. He
screamed in my face about someone flirting with me, when really I was talking to that guy about
Joe. I honestly thought hed kill me right then and there. He squeezed his fingers tighter then
threw me to the floor, I didnt even notice I had started crying until this point. I was in a skirt
that night and when I went down, it went up. I didnt look up, I thought he was done, I thought he
walked out, I thought it was finally over for the night. But no. That wasnt the end of the story
for me. He then grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up. He forced a kiss on me and
being a stupid kid I gave in to his love. But it was rough, I didnt know what to think, it was
grab after hit after bite after pull and it didnt stop there. He was high and drunk, and I was only
a little buzzed so I felt everything. I felt every scratch with every kiss, and every bruise with
every hug. Then up the skirt was pushed, down the undies went, I remember a soft cry of my
resistance whimper out as he pushed me onto the bed. I tried pushing him away and he grabbed
my throat and smacked me across the face. His laugh is something Ill never forget. The laugh of
a person who shouldnt even be considered a person. He forced my legs open and his way in.
The pain is something I cant even describe. A pain that went on for 18 minutes, nonstop. I
stared at the clock next to the bed the entire time, hoping everything would melt away, melt into
a nothing that was all a lie. Finally he was done. He was finished. He was finished with me.
Then
it was quiet. Joe laughed, then thanked me for being so good. Then there was a small kiss on my
thigh and he walked out. So quiet, but so loud at the same time. Something that cant be
described but something you can feel in the pit of your chest.
The empty hollowness of despair, the regret of life it self. Why did I say hi to him when
he introduced himself that one day? Why did I not see his cynistic disgusting self in the first
place? How did I let that happen? Why cant I do anything other than cry? Get up and go fight
for yourself, your own safety, I yelled in my head. Why would Joe lie to me? He told me he
loved me, what happened? Was I not what he wanted, so he had to force it out of me? I laid in
the bed for a good hour before I got up. There was a bathroom connected to the bedroom and it
hurt to walk. It seemed to take hours to get to the bathroom, I almost wanted to get on the floor
and crawl over. I got to the mirror and stared at my body. My once-flawless skin was now
covered in blemishes. I looked at the bruises. The scars going down my back and neck, the bite
marks all over my shoulders. His hand print around my neck, red and light purple. How did this
happen to me? How could I let this happen to me? I went back to the bed and laid down, another
painful ordeal. The party must have been over cause all got quiet. He came back, I pretended to
be asleep, I wanted to finally be left alone and not be bothered by him. He laid next to me, I laid
perfectly still. After a while he started snoring and I began to silently cry. The next day when I
woke up he was gone, he left a note. I dont remember what it said, I ripped it to pieces. I didnt
want anything to do with hi. I avoided him for the next 6 months straight. I wanted everything
including him to disappear. I cried for months, alone. Crying was all I did, that was defense
against the thoughts. I can still smell his cologne, the lavender scent of the room, the feel of the
carpet, the color of the walls, the feeling of the bass of the music from downstairs, his sweat
dripping onto my face, everything. Everything is still with me to this day. But the one thing that
rings through my head daily, his laugh. He laughed. He thought it was funny. He found my pain
and suffering comical. For years I struggled with self harm, anything to take the pain away. I
was
a child, I didnt know what to do. I kept this to myself for so long, I never reported, so he was
never punished for what he did to me. The biggest regret of my life is not sending him to jail,
lock him away with his own thoughts to think about what he did. I researched a little and found
that many rapists make plea deals and get maybe a year. One year is all they get. Anger built
more and more. I did more drugs, I drank more alcohol, I did what ever I could to try to forget. I
did what I could to try to stop the feeling. But nothing stopped it, depression still sits with me.
Its like a dark cloud that is always there. Hes always there. To this very day he still walks
around like he did nothing wrong. I see him from time to time and am reminded of my guilt for
not saying anything. There could be someone else out there going through the same thing
because of me. But its too late for me now, I have learned to forgive myself for not telling.
Maybe it just wasnt meant to be for me to tell. Ive since learned how to cope. How to keep
going, to live on, to be okay. I want to have children someday, and marry a beautiful woman.
The same beautiful woman who has helped me share this horrid story, who has helped me
through my mind to learn to live my life to the fullest. My life is mine and Ive learned to take a
hold of it. I hope others who have gone through anything similar are encouraged to find
happiness, hope for the future. I want them all to know that it will be okay, dont give up. That
stops all opportunity to get better. Never blame yourself, it is never your fault. You did what you
had to, to be here right now. And I am so very proud for that. Thank you for listening to my