Your vocal chords tightened, your breath hitches. The light of your cellphone is the only outlet that keeps you from being fully enveloped by the darkness. Aggressively, your heart thumps in your chest. The tremor in your entire body is violent as footsteps moved through the dark. They move closer and closer until they halt in front of the stall you had occupied. The moment you open your mouth to scream for help there is an abrupt, loud, bang. The force of the impact was strong enough to shake the walls of your stall. You squeak in terror, the surprise has you drop your phone. The device, still lit, slides under the opening of the door. Muddled as your thoughts were, you swiftly crouched down to reclaim it. Your fingers extended, nearly grazing …show more content…
He removes his hand, and replaces it with his lips. Cold lips smash over yours in a bruising kiss. This time, your head does thump the wall behind you. You whimper as something wet, his tongue you guessed, swipes your bottom lip. Defiantly, your lips purse in outright refusal. There is a low growl in response to your rejection, and the hand that disappeared returns with a partner. Your fear magnifies. The point of something cold, and sharp, a blade presses against your throat. There is a tiny sting. You do not know if he has drawn blood or not, but nevertheless you understand. It’s a warning; comply or else. Begrudgingly, you slowly part your lips for him. The attacker wasted no time and he invades your mouth. A satisfied rumble emits from within his chest as he caresses your tongue with his. It is indeed a traumatizing experience. To be molested by some stranger in the dark was immensely devastating. You whimper feebly, the desperate tears roll down your cheeks. You were almost thankful when he breaks the kiss. The keyword is almost, because his lips dip down to move to a new target; your neck. The pitter-patter of your heart rises steeply. The edge of the blade tilts up, and you are forced to crane your neck back, consequently allowing the attacker better
I. Intro. - Imagine you are sitting home one night with nothing to do. Your parents have gone away for the weekend and there is absolutely no one around. So you sit around that night watching TV for awhile but find nothing on worth watching. You go on upstairs to your room and get ready for bed. Turn off the lights, lay down, and close your eyes. All of a sudden you here a crash of glass in your kitchen. You rush to your feet and put your ear to the door listening to what’s going on downstairs. You begin to hear the voice of two men as they start going through the living room, making their way to the stairs, right outside your room. What do you do? You aren’t going to confront them since its just you—remember you thought you heard two of them right? Well you are really stuck in your room and all you can do is sit there hoping that they leave soon and don’t harm you. Now if it were at my house things would be a little bit different. For starters I would get out my shotgun from my closet and begin to see what is gin on down stairs.
The book uses 12 different narratives from males who confide their life stories, which illustrate the diversity of the abusive experience and their reactions to the tragic incident. This book’s main goal is to gather awareness for victims, survivors and as a learning tool that uses these life stories to help observe the issue further. The text integrates these life stories into several chapter. His first chapter discusses the vulnerability of males and how male sexual abuse is a topic not well-recognized within society. By examining the issue through a psychological and behavioral lens; there is a need to find a relation of the consequences of sexual abuse. It distorts self-perception, perceptions of others and closely examines behavioral/physical indicators, as there is comparison on how males and females disclose traumatic experiences. Further information is given, as to what types of social background that males come from, more vulnerable to sexual abuse come. Although, the bottom line is perceptions and life strategies develop from memories and expectations of the mind. Education can play a key part, by teaching the dangers of sexuality but also explain the positive aspect when sexuality is explored for the content of self-respect and respect of others. Overall, this text is an effective tools for those working with sexually abused males to read, and recognize the difficulties and obstacles faced, and what appropriate strategy can be developed to work further to help cope with the trauma suffered. As well, for victims and survivors it is an inspirational text guided to build resiliency and a feeling of togetherness, that no individual is alone. Lastly, this resource should be available to teachers, mental health workers, and other professions that
Many survivors of physical abuse have reported that the physical abuse started very small, with just a slap or a push, and it will get progressively worse and violent as time goes by. In some cases, there will be no actual violence for years ‘though retrospectively many victims do realise that there was a lot of emotional and verbal abuse ’and it is then a huge shock to the victim when the first assault occurs (Hidden Hurt,
I snuggled into my bed, smiling as I bundled myself in the warm blankets. I scrunched up my face, feeling something poke my back gently. I rolled over, nuzzling my face into my pillow once more. I ignored the soft hissing noises that were coming from behind me and started to drift off again. My eyes shot open, I feeling something land on top of me, causing me to wheeze at the sudden pressure.
Blood splattered as I threw a punch to his stomach. His scream is impossible to be heard, for that I had made sure of. As he shakily gets up to his feet, begging me to stop, to stop torturing him without a cause, my attention strikes into his eyes. Within a heartbeat I start to shiver as goose bumps invade my skin for I have seen myself within his innocent eyes, for I have been in this kid’s shoes. This, this kid that I am causing harm to was once me...
I had awoken to the sound of a crow. The summer rays streamed in through my bedroom window. There was a sudden slam on my bedroom door. Confused and annoyed, my stepdad grunted aggressively and slammed on the door once more. He got out his leather belt and whipped me with it. When she left, I felt as if a huge burden weighed me down. The abuse of my stepfather had left irremovable scars, both physically and
Even though I was just a small child, I can vividly recall the pain in his wrinkled eyes as he held the paper cup towards my mother, silently pleading for some spare change. As my mother forcefully grabbed my arm and pulled me to the other side of the sidewalk, my tears started flowing. My mother assumed the man scared me and she began a long rant on the dangers of strange men wanting to hurt little girls. As she went on, I barely heard her warnings because I was consumed with concern for the man. I wanted to know where he would sleep that cold night, whether his belly was hurting from hunger, and why were people just walking past him instead of showing compassion and kindness. From this and other similar experiences in my life, I have learned
After an initial kiss, in which he explored the depths of my mouth with his tongue, I was immediately wanton… I wanted more of his kisses… after another kiss, I realized what I was doing - that was when I tried to resist. He had considerable strength; he easily subdued me and pinned me to the bed. He kissed me softly and then sunk his teeth into my neck and drank from me- I did not want him to stop- I could tell it was hard for him to stop, but he did. He told me that he wanted to keep me with him forever and ever- that was why he drank my blood- and that was why I drank your blood Salomé; I want to keep you with me, inside me forever and ever… You too, will soon be immortal. We can make love till the end of time… just you and me.”
the age of eight, I became a victim of sexual abuse through a series of acts, by my maternal grandfather.
Sexual assault is a dominant problem in the United States with approximately 1 in 3 women and 1 in 5 men being assaulted in their lifetime (Lev, 2017). The term sexual assault is broad and included a variety of crimes however; most involve unwanted sexual activity between the offender and victim while all include the need for power and control over the victim. This may include forced sexual acts, manipulation, verbal threats, and unwanted touching. Being assaulted by another person can cause serious emotional, mental, and physical harm. Some common symptoms include, unwanted memories, flashbacks, nightmares, anxiety, depression, isolation, self-blame, humiliation etc. (Lev, 2017).
We stared into each other's eyes as we began getting closer and closer. His hot breath was hitting my lips bringing back to when we first kissed but I could tell this time he was hesitant.
I decided to write this book as both a cathartic practice and to offer help to victims of psychological and physical abuse. There are many loving and well-intentioned people who have become casualties of malicious partners. Oftentimes people on the receiving end of the abuse, myself included, sustain deep emotional wounds as a result. Abusive relationships area not ones that we can skip away from once they end. We are not likely to quickly move on and into healthy relationships. Much to the contrary, it is possible for the dysfunctional interactions characteristic of an unhealthy romance to bleed into our other relationships, such as those with family or coworkers. Though I do not endorse attitudes of victimhood the reality is there are innocent
My head aches from where I fell to the floor earlier. I push him off of me and out of my mind and mouth.
He stared at me for a while. Then, wiped my tears off and made his lips meet mine. His lips were soft and he was gentle. I found myself kissing him back. The kiss didn’t last long and it wasn’t the kind of worldshaking, deep-thrilling kiss we see in movies these days; but even so, I was glad he kissed me. I needed that one.