I was lucky to be raised by encouraging parents who didn’t see my gender as a limitation, but like so many girls being raised in collective cultures, there were certain things that we just didn’t discuss because no one talks about them. In turn, the community and social norms provided certain expectations – the unspoken things that girls shouldn’t do or say, rules about how girls should behave, who girls should and shouldn’t interact with, and so on. It’s insane when you start to dissect it all - there are even limitations placed on girls who are menstruating or those who have miscarried – baseless discriminatory stigmas that have no merit but are enforced because ‘that’s what everyone does’. When those in the minority dare to try and challenge the status quo – conformity reigns supreme. Despite being empowered by my parents at home, I was confused, to say the least, as society seemed to have mixed messages about what a girl should do and how she should behave.
Initially, when the grooming began, I thought that someone was finally siding with me - someone finally understood me! After all, it’s not easy being an outspoken and independent girl in a culture that expects otherwise. That’s the thing about grooming though; someone intentionally tries to gain your trust and isolate you with the intention of eventually abusing you. After some time, he started being rough with me and joking about it, but soon it turned to full on abuse, and eventually rape, with a side of threats and stalking. I was only 13 when the rape happened. I don’t even think I fully understood the magnitude of what happened to me. Sometimes I still don’t. A few years ago, I went to a family party and one of my cousin’s daughters was there - she was 12 years old at the time. I saw her, realised her age was the age that I was when I was raped and I essentially went into shock. I’ve obviously always known that I was that age, but I suppose in my head it played out differently because I was living it; it had never occurred to me that I was that young. Seeing it and accepting it for what it was so many years later was a complete shock to the system.
Like so many others, I never spoke out when it happened. How do you even begin to talk about something you aren’t supposed to talk about? When you’ve all of a sudden done something you aren’t supposed to do (whether I had a say in the matter or not)? I couldn’t tell anyone, and I didn’t for a very long time. I lived with that shame for a long time, and every now and then, it still resurfaces and rears its ugly head.
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