Girl raped by dog story

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When I think of rape, I think of a woman walking alone at night, back to her apartment.

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In the shadows, a man in all black and a ski mask lurks behind the bushes. Like an animal watching his prey, he attacks her, tying her up and violently taking her without consent. Lonely and eager for friends, I found a welcoming group that loved hockey — a familiar and comfortable past time.

No one knew what a Canadian drivers looked like, so I had no problem flashing them my fake ID; a new concept for me, since the drinking age in Alberta was She was in the room of an National Hockey League referee. We were young and carefree, and more important to the story: drunk. We happily and readily accepted.

When we got there, I was already feeling dizzy. I had no intention of calling her out on her flirtation, but it was obvious she saw it differently. The referee at this point had shifted his attention from Michelle to me, clearly much more inebriated. He was older. I laughed at his jokes, and ran my fingers over the heavy material of his black and white ref jersey, hanging over the back of the chair. I somehow got wedged behind the referee, while my friends wandered to the door. I had a final paper due in the morning, and had to do some last-minute Girl raped by dog story. My friends walked out the door, and turned to face me, blocked by this 40 something year old man with his arm on the door jamb, preventing me from getting out.

It was clear that she was upset that I was the one he chose.

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In slow motion, I watched them walk away as the heavy hotel door slammed shut and his grey haired head turned towards me. He kissed me, and pulled me close to him as I tried to push him away. No means no, right?

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He pushed me on the bed and lifted my light blue sleeveless shirt with tiny butterflies over my head. Or was it the room? At this point, I remember thinking that if I stopped fighting the nausea and let my body throw up, he might get grossed out and leave me alone. A moment later he was on top of me, on the bed, his hands inside my pants, pulling them down. He put himself inside me. It was over quickly. We can get together again. I rode the elevator in silence, still very drunk, and unsure of myself. I could barely make eye contact as I asked the front desk clerk to call me a cab, and vaguely wondered if I had enough cash left to pay the driver.

On the ride, I asked myself if I knew what had happened. Was I just raped? I was drunk, which was illegal where I was since I was underage. What just happened?! I drove home, still drunk, and focused on turning my paper in. I blamed myself for drinking. I blamed myself for going to the hotel. I blamed myself for not crawling underneath his arm when he tried to block me. I was happy to not talk about it.

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Even now, 16 years later, I feel guilty for calling it rape. But when I finally had the guts to tell my husband about it three days ago, I used the word for the first time. I never had any intention of telling anyone what happened. But as I get older and see my kids growing up, I fear for what I may be teaching them with my silence.

But I feel better about finally telling my husband, and putting it in writing. Changing the dialogue.

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Jacqui Zadik was born in a big town in Canada, and like a bird, flew south for warmer weather when she was twenty. She landed in San Francisco for eight years before moving to LA, where she now lives. She was a grant writer and fundraiser, before becoming a mom and a blogger.

Jacqui blogs under the name MrsMuffinTop to avoid embarrassment of her three children, and husband. You can go to her blog hereor follow her on FacebookTwitter or Pinterest.

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If this post brings up any issues for you, or if you just feel like you need to speak to someone, please call RESPECT — the national sexual assault, domestic and family violence counselling service. I hope you are able to press charges and also that you are able to tell your ''friends'' what happened and to explain their part in it, and of course, to formally and publicly end that friendship. These women were not your friends then, so I sincerely hope they aren't in your life now.

I have been very, very drunk and I have never, not once, left a friend incapacitated or in a potentially dangerous situation, and I don't consider myself particularly protective, just I am so sorry that happened to you. That guy was absolute scum and I hope he's been convicted for sexual assault at some point - because there's no way you were his only victim, he was far too brazen for that. Seriously, the fact that he picked you over the girl who was ready and willing really says something. Your 'friends' also suck, because it was obvious what was about to happen and you were literally calling out for help.

I can't fathom leaving any of my friends - or a completely stranger - alone like Girl raped by dog story. Meanwhile, good for you for feeling that you can talk about it now. It's probably an idea to have some counselling, because even though it was a long time ago you wouldn't have really deal with it then, so talking about it now might bring a lot of memories back.

You'll be healthier for it in the long run through - I definitely was. Leave a comment. Trigger warning: This post includes a first person of rape. It may be triggering for some readers. My story is much different. Tags: women. Top Comments. Jacqui Zadik. Listen Now. The Quicky. True Crime. Before The Bump. Parent Opinion.

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