Posted 15 January 2011 - 11:25 PM
When I tell people that I have been attacked, they seem to wonder why I wasn't 'ready' for it.
I hear people talking about how they would handle a life-or-death confrontation and it just makes me laugh a little to myself.
I know first hand that the one who attacks you isn't necessarily the creepy guy lurking in the dark alley.
For me, he was a man in a suit interviewing me for a job. I managed to get away from him in time. Years later, I was raped by a clean-cut, good-looking man in an expensive car who offered me a ride home in a bad neighborhood.
I lived in a bad, bad neighborhood, but it wasn't some stereotypical, shady character who attacked me. It was a man who knew I wouldn't suspect him. He played a part. He betrayed me, and he did it quickly, when I least expected it.
You don't walk around your office with brass knuckles. You aren't vigilant in a crowded, yuppie-filled bar in a nice neighborhood. It's ridiculous that these other people (and I, at one time) believe that they can be prepared for something like this. God, I wish that we could have all been victorious over our attackers and outsmarted them.
So what do we do? What CAN we do? Keep living, keep coping, carrying on, and hoping that the nice people that we meet really are what they seem to be.
I have looked evil in the face - and it looks like everyone else.