My partner and I have been discussing this of late. The culture of not believing the victim and/or making excuses for the accused. I find it so unfathomable, as I can honestly say that I know very few women who at some point in their life have not been brutalized in some way or another.
I’m not even talking about a pat on the ass from former Presidents (both) Bush’s, or a desperate grope from a “virgin” drunk teenage boy. No, I am speaking of crimes against a human being, that if perpetrated against the aforementioned, would have been dealt with in a whole different context.
As a young girl, I learned quickly that life is not fair, and you must be tough to survive.
My own story, now that I am talking about it..probably did not happen at 15, more like 13. Funny how you can recall such vivid memories yet block others out.
I was a girl in the early 70’s. The times were…great and horrible, exciting and scary.
I had already lived through the fears instilled in my childhood of Russian bombs and nuclear classroom drills of what to do………. I recall walking to school and seeing the papers amassed on each street corner, bundles of off white print that each day on the front page listed the boys names who had died the day before in the Vietnam War. I was at home watching the TV when JFK was shot, remember running to tell my Mother, not understanding her tears…
I digress ……Think I’ll give my Mum a shout