The Cuntmentality

Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault

A story of a survivor

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Anything before age 9. Anything before my parents divorced, anything before the molestation, anything before the abuse. I was genuinely happy, although it was, “Oh hey, I’m racing the neighbors on our bikes” sort of happy, I was still happy. I didn’t have to push, I didn’t have to pretend, I didn’t have to fake, I didn’t have to hide. None of that was needed to keep my mom happy. 

Last night I talked to my dad about my molestation for the first time it happened. Sitting with my dad, and hearing him talk about how if he could take the pain from me, he would; how he’s never wanted to kill a man more than this mysterious man before. Seriously broke me to tears. I’ve never seen such emotion from my father, and knowing the past relationship we’ve had, it meant a fucking lot to me.

I brought it up to my mom tonight. She told me how she slept on the couch with her gun in her lap waiting for the man to come back. She told me how my grandpa, who usually shows no emotion, has never wanted a man dead before. I know I should be grateful that my family cared so much and was there for me, some rape/molestation victims don’t receive that. 

The only thing I want is closure. I’ve talked to a lot of victims and have told me they wish they didn’t know who their attacker was, but I wish the opposite. I couldn’t take this scum bag to trial, I couldn’t see him sit in jail, I couldn’t see him taken away in a cop car, I couldn’t have the closure of knowing he was locked up and no longer doing sick, disgusting things to little girls. LITTLE GIRLS, I was 11 when this happened, a 5th grader. I had no grasp as to what was going on, I don’t know where this man is. All I know is that I never wanted to fall asleep ever again. I didn’t feel safe in my own house, my own bed, not even my dad’s house. What if he did come back, what if he knew where my dad lived? I kind of wish this man would find me and just apologize and wholeheartedly mean it. I mean, I know that’s fucking out of this planet and it’d never happen. I just want him to know how badly he messed my life up, how my depression is cause from that trauma.

I just want closure. I just want to know who it was, how old he was, what his name was, if he had children, a wife, a mother, a father in his life to teach him from right or wrong. I want to know why me, why my bed, why did it happen at all? Why was I your first time since the police department didn’t have your finger prints on file? Why you weren’t caught, where did you go after jumping out of my window, and why the police stopped looking for you just a month after it happened? Why did the police let me down so badly?

I never want to hear someone say they hate the police because they caught you smoking pot. It’s illegal anyways, shut the fuck up. If you have a legitimate reason as to why you hate them, then so be it. The cops were my fucking knight in shining armor at one time, only to be let down time and time again.

I really can’t believe that I have to explain this. I’m appalled by the videos and pictures that I’ve seen. I mean really? This is dressing up pedophilia - the rape of a child, and in these videos I’ve seen girls and boys as young as fucking three - as a cute, lovable, and funny animated character. Not just any animated character, a bear. A bear that is often used as something to represent a snuggly, warm, and comforting object to a child. Now we’ve turned something that is suppose to be comforting, into a joke about raping and/or molestation of a kid. 

This is utterly revolting. The worst part is I’ve seen these pictures posted from self-described feminists or other social justice tumblrs. When you dress up this disgusting problem - which is something that everyone of us should be concerned about and fighting against - as nothing more than a funny cartoon to get a few shits and giggles out of, we forget the survivors. The victims. The people that are trying to seek inner closure, or to just be fucking heard for a change. To not have the worst experience of their life used as a punchline, to have it trivialized and as if it didn’t mean anything. Because most likely, if they sought justice or told anyone about it, that’s the response they will get.

To add on to that, we’re making it seem like this is acceptable behavior, and we’re just opening up more opportunities for it to continuously happen. No, I’m not saying that these images and videos are going to jump through the screen and force a thought into someone’s head to go out and rape someone. I am stating that because we cannot, in unison, come to the understanding that pedophilia, rape, and molestation in any form, is a vile and atrocious act, and is wrong, we’re simply letting it be known that they probably won’t even be punished for it - either by their friends, their families, or even the state. And if they wanted, they could make a cute, animated bear doing the same horrid act they just did, so someone can have a good, fucking laugh.

Love,

Taylor