It was my fault because I disobeyed my parents by sneaking out.
It was my fault because I wasn't more aware of my surroundings.
It was my fault becuase I didn't fight him.
It was my fault because I told him that I loved and wanted to fuck him.
It was my fault becuase I was also sexually abused by my uncle...I must attract perverts.
It was my fault because my mother said so.
It was not my fault because although I was jogging alone, any woman should be safe to be anywhere alone...we can't control the sick assholes in the world. People are even raped in their own homes. It doesn't matter where you are.
It was not my fault because people disobey their parents all the time, rebellion is part of being a teenager. I didn't know nor did I choose the consequences of my rebellion.
It was not my fault because he crossed the street and came upon me so suddenly I couldn't have seen it coming even if I was aware and looking around.
It was not my fault because he had a knife. There's nothing wrong with trying to stay alive.
It was not my fault because he had the knife handle inside of me and told me that if I didn't say those things to him he would put the blade in next. He and I both knew I didn't mean it.
It was not my fault because I was a child when my uncle abused me...children cannot protect themselves. I did nothing to attract my uncle just as I did nothing to attract my rapist.
It was not my fault even though my mother said it was. She was trying to deal with things in her past and projecting her own self-blame onto me.