I hate it when women, especially, think that others are raped simply because of they were wearing, where they were, what time it was.
I was raped the first time when I was three. What the hell do you think I was wearing???
I kept my secret for 50 years, burying the memories of being raped four times. I never told anyone, even my family didn’t know. Except for my sister, and we didn’t talk about it until almost 10 years ago.
When I first started talking about, after getting out of therapy, I was laughed at, called a loser and a liar. No wonder so many women don’t ever report being assaulted.