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Home / Moral Panics / Drug Rape urban myth Drug-rapes - Taranaki Hysteria December 2006 |
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A drug-rape victim wants people to
understand how she feels after she says she was drugged and raped. She was one of the nine women who
rang rape crisis centres in Taranaki recently. She had been out with friends at a
pub in Stratford, drank very little, and remembers little else. Her story has touched the hearts
of long-serving rape counsellors whom she asked to pass her e-mail on. Letter from a rape victim How do I feel? Everyone keeps
asking. I know that I would like to know
what happened and why, I would like to know why he chose me. What was it about me that made him
think he could drug and rape me? Was it something I did? The lady in the
paper said we go out looking sluttish. I was in jeans and a hoody. How
sluttish is that? I would like to know what he
looked like, because now I am afraid of everyone; I keep looking at every man
and thinking, is that him? I'm afraid to be alone. I go out of the house and think
that everyone knows what happened to me. I see in the paper that they are
urging us to come forward to the police. What would I tell them? I can't
remember anything. What did he look like? I don't know. Where did he rape
you? I don't know. Had you had anything to drink? Yes. Were you drunk? No. Are the police going to believe
me? I don't know. Does anyone believe me? Am I going
mad? I don't know. How do I feel? Ashamed, nervous, dirty, angry,
confused, and jumpy, but mostly I'm afraid. For the man that did this, f–-
you. Karma will come around and get you. F–- you, you bloody coward. How dare
you do this to me, how dare you do this to anyone and all you other rapists,
f–- you too. To any other women out there who
have had anything like this happen, find someone to talk to, it is helping me
understand a lot. I hope one day I can move on. I know one day I will move
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