<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999</id><updated>2012-01-04T12:31:15.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a valid reason</title><subtitle type='html'>A record of my recovery from Sexual Assault and/or Rape. The label doesn't matter. That it happened does.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819084427669361807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-8864783863025751819</id><published>2012-10-30T12:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:39:17.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm here</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Trigger alert*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; This blog is about sexual assault and the aftermath. It does contain some graphic content. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It contains the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This post will always be on top so scroll down to read the actual posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-8864783863025751819?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/8864783863025751819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=8864783863025751819&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/8864783863025751819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/8864783863025751819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-im-here.html' title='Why I&apos;m here'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-1685327891288963415</id><published>2009-10-21T23:29:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:14:22.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The day passed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;It passed...that day I was dreading. Funny, I expected to be a little out of sorts for a few days - never occurred to me it would be for an entire week. The day before "it" was worse on some levels. I was just so tired that entire week...so very tired. &lt;/p&gt;Seems to me that once "it" passed things should have gotten better.Alas, I was incredibly mistaken...not in the ballpark...way the fuck off base on that one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the thing - rape sucked at the time and continues to suck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I put off writing about last week for a bit. I did see the professional and yes, I still enjoy therapy as much now as I did right after the event. My girlfriend/partner went with me cuz I asked and was having a hard time explaining what was going on. She is sooo much better at the whole "this is what I'm feeling so I'll articulate it" thing than I am...I still love her tho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did tell the teenage dudes what happened in general detail. They were both cool, didn't ask questions and I let them know I was okay, the week was a little rough and I was getting the support I needed. Overall, I was proud of them and me for taking that step. Supposedly that is part of "normalizing" the rape whatever the hell that means. I do know I will not allow it to be a taboo topic in my own home so it was time to tell them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fuck, giving voice is hard but silence is crippling. I lost enough already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seems that I am within normal limits in my experiences. It also seems that I can look forward to many more anniversaries similar to this one. I was overcome with thrill at that little revelation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's what I figured out :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rape sucks then, now and forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It still wasn't my fault&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is sooo not fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I did survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's a dickhead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Living with it is the goal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's still a dickhead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It will never completely go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That sucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-passed.html' title='The day passed'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819084427669361807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-4316866461390092926</id><published>2009-09-15T20:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:03:55.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is almost here...</title><content type='html'>That's the problem...next month is a few weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;You remember that day 11 months ago?&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember that day when you...&lt;br /&gt;took my body...my spirit...my soul&lt;br /&gt;Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the helplessness...the fear&lt;br /&gt;the shock...and finally the shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you did...how you did it&lt;br /&gt;and what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've battled you in my head...and heart&lt;br /&gt;and finally gave voice to it ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been at war with a piece of myself since that nightmare began.&lt;br /&gt;You raped me twice...both times count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-4316866461390092926?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/4316866461390092926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=4316866461390092926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/4316866461390092926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/4316866461390092926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-is-almost-here.html' title='The time is almost here...'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819084427669361807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-6474480658663009844</id><published>2009-05-10T12:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:30:01.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A weird thing happened...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A weird thing happened to me last week or at least I thought it was weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Things have been going well, not thinking of life events in "before" and "after" for quite awhile now. I am dating again (and it's pretty good) when I was asked point blank if I had been raped.(I know !!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Now, I can tell you I was caught a bit off guard by her question (when I mentioned this to the rape crisis counselor her comment was "well, I guess that was unexpected." It's obvious why I like this woman!!)I was bugged a bit by this - simply said yes and that was it - no freak out or anything and I moved on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The thoughts about the rape kept slowly seeping into my head again. It wasn't a big jolt which would have been easier I think - at least I would have recognized what the fuck was happening. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nooo&lt;/span&gt;, it had to be a slow contamination of my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fuck, I really hate the whole rape thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, after 3 weeks it occurred to me I needed to call the counselor before this became really intrusive... plus I wanted to figure out what was happening. Did I mention I was surprised by my reaction ? The counselor wasn't - go figure. After talking to her it came down to this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;drum roll please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was bothered the most because I shut the conversation down with my date. See, I have been seeing her now for a few months and really like her.  Things are going well, sex is amazing plus we have great brain foreplay (we just gotta talk for awhile before the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nekkid&lt;/span&gt; thing). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My rape should &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be a taboo topic since it wasn't my fault. I don't want to pick up that cloak of shame again. Thing is I want to control who knows and when - that's what knocked me off balance with the straight forward question. After the session it became apparent to me that I was going to open up the topic with her - give her permission to ask whatever she needed/wanted to ask. I would decide what I would answer (yeah, I was thrilled with that revelation).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Did I mention how much the whole rape thing sucks ?! It does and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nooowww&lt;/span&gt; I have to suck it up, do a hard thing ONCE again because HE elected to perform a repulsive/degrading act. What an asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I did send her an email that day...didn't see any point in dragging this out. It was incredibly scary and a potential run-forest-run (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rfr&lt;/span&gt;) moment for us both. She was very cool (my head knew she would be but there was the whole Mr. "are you an idiot-don't you remember what happened when you told -insert friend here-" voice in my head). Turns out I wasn't an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; I finally deleted his number from my phone. I thought maybe I would want to confront him sometime. Yeah.....I'm thinking  that wouldn't do anything but anger me. He'll never get it and it isn't my job to convince him of the barbarity of his actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nope, he's never going to see himself as a rapist and I refuse to see myself as a victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm cleaning up some remnants from the rape or at least that's how it feels....supposedly that's part of the healing process...jeez this rape thing sucks on all levels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yep, a productive week for me. I wonder when it will seep back into my head...guess it was a life changing event after all. Ain't that a mother fucking bitch !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I won't let it be today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-6474480658663009844?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/6474480658663009844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=6474480658663009844&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/6474480658663009844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/6474480658663009844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2009/05/weird-thing-happened.html' title='A weird thing happened...'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819084427669361807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-8000144409011694402</id><published>2009-01-06T11:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:12:58.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The strangest thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I saw a professional yesterday and realized some things. I've done a lot of work on this, yada yada and am actually in a pretty good place. Somehow I haven't experienced this raging anger which I expected. The stages of grief are pretty basic -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. denial (did that one pretty well if I do say so myself) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. bargaining (that long-ass search for my Holy Grail)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. depression (yep, hit that one more than once)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. acceptance (a moment of grace that allowed me to feel calm after I said the word)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've been reviewing my approach to these stages and have pretty much hit all except anger. There has been some anger certainly (the whole "fuck him" ending on a few posts) but I did expect this raging phenomenon...this obvious time when I was really, really, really pissed. It hasn't happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was initially a little concerned cuz I sure as hell do&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want to get blindsided by this thing again. I don't want some triggering event to happen and I'm smacked upside my head with a flood of intense emotions. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Definitely don't want that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The professional and I discussed this a bit and she suggested that the anger may have been simmering all along. I'm thinking the anger was the driving force behind my determination to work through this thing. I refused to let him cripple me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anger= determination...who the fuck knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What I do know is this has put things into perspective for me. I was anally sodomized with an *****. I still refuse to put it on the front page of my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Stuff that I found embarrassing to talk about before October 13, 2008 , not so much now....go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-8000144409011694402?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/8000144409011694402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=8000144409011694402&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/8000144409011694402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/8000144409011694402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2009/01/strangest-thing.html' title='The strangest thing...'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819084427669361807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-5344227640239202509</id><published>2008-12-16T19:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:49:42.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have been putting off writing this piece for a week. I'm not sure why since it is such a mile stone but I needed to let it settle a little. Again, a wonder of the therapeutic process...I fucking hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's worth it... I still hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I refuse to have it on the front page of my blog. It is ugly and blunt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The choice is yours to read it.... I had to say it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'd prefer to be in your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, here's the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-said.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Please beware of potential triggering and take care if that is an issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-5344227640239202509?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/5344227640239202509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=5344227640239202509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/5344227640239202509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/5344227640239202509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819084427669361807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-5305325254206965557</id><published>2008-12-04T14:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:13:59.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Once again I had the opportunity to converse with professionals about the incident. I really wish this process wasn't so painful and I could just hurry up and heal already!! My shrink just smiles, shakes her head and off we go down the road to recovery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I remain overwhelmed with "thrill" during this process (says Miss Sincerity). Anyway, my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rapist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;contacted my via IM and I just wanted to say a few things about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't worry. I didn't tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I didn't tell how you abused me....or worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I didn't tell how you lied ...were ready for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I never mentioned what really happened to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're counting on that...the shame that blankets me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The humiliation that shields me from the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The loss of power that silenced my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What you don't know is the details are leeching out...slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't stop it now...I WON'T stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will tell how you cultured my trust...and betrayed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will tell that you were ready and skilled at hiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The degrading fantasy...I participated in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Without consent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I did not consent to being sodomized with____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And there's the rub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I still can't say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I am getting closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will tell on you...and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're safe for now, Sam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-5305325254206965557?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/5305325254206965557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=5305325254206965557&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/5305325254206965557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/5305325254206965557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-didnt-tell.html' title='I didn&apos;t tell'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819084427669361807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-7482802381220677592</id><published>2008-11-24T19:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:43:59.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah, by the way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My friend, just some stuff I forgot to mention when we talked but wanted you to know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm sorry this happened too and I know it wasn't my fault - still feels that way though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That voice is getting softer each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I really am working on it as fast as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why didn't I just think of letting go since I am having such a good time now ? (That one may be a bit harsh. ..yeah well rape ain't for the faint of heart).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't always know what I need or how to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kids still don't know so please be careful around them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am wounded but not fragile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I do talk about other things and am interested in you (well, as much as I always was and yes, I see the smirking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'll let you know if I need an alibi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is getting better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wanted to say the last one again -&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;it is getting better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I realized that all these posts are pretty angsty which is completely appropriate and fucking understandable. I only write when I'm trying to sort out the intense stuff. Funny, I don't find intense happy stuff as confusing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm hacking away as I make my way through this jungle. The words seem to be the debris from that journey. The path is getting clearer and clearer everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thanks everyone for backing me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One last thing - fuck him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-7482802381220677592?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/7482802381220677592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=7482802381220677592&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/7482802381220677592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/7482802381220677592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-yeah-by-way_24.html' title='Oh yeah, by the way...'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819084427669361807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-9196612424322790711</id><published>2008-11-20T14:41:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:42:25.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Okay, once again I came away from the professional with some new insight. Yeah, I'm thrilled as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The deal is I am going to have to say "the" word that explicitly states what he raped me with if I want to continue moving forward. This is according to me, not her. Yep, I'm overwhelmed with "thrill". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I hate therapy. Here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The word that paints a clear picture that can't be denied..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;or the horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah, just one word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You know the word...and what you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You know the word that states how you violated me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just one word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The word I can't give voice to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The word that causes shame to flood my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and fill my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The word that surrounds me with darkness that was caused...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just one word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One word uglier than rape or sexual assault...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;or sodomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just one word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You stole my voice that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have it back except&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for one word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One powerful word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One day I'll say it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and tell what you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just not today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Soon, very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-9196612424322790711?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/9196612424322790711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=9196612424322790711&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/9196612424322790711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/9196612424322790711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2008/11/word.html' title='The word'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819084427669361807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-1035525285870592933</id><published>2008-11-17T23:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:32:31.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A name for "it"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What do I call "it" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Georgia says "aggravated sexual assault" while South Carolina and Kansas say "aggravated sodomy." I don't like any of those names. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The counselor calls it rape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't like that name either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was a "get together" or "hanging out" or "kinda a date" - at least that's what I called it...before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was planned and anticipated...mmmm, I called it that as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Premeditated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What did you call it ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;An opportunity ? Yes, that is what it was for you...an opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;An opportunity to actually capture that fantasy...the one where you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Are powerful and completely in control.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The fantasy where you humiliate, violate and debase another person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm sure you don't call it sexual assault or aggravated sodomy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;or rape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You have better choices for names than I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Your choices sound better....happier...gentler...nicer than mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, what do I call "it"...the incident...the event...the episode ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can also choose from terror...loss...nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know what to call you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My rapist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's enough for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;edited 11/18/08. Someone else suggested these additional words to call "it" - invasion, intrusion, desecration, dishonor, disrespect, trespassing, blasphemy. I thank her for giving me more choices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-1035525285870592933?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/1035525285870592933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=1035525285870592933&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/1035525285870592933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/1035525285870592933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2008/11/name-for-it.html' title='A name for &quot;it&quot;'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-7492784932072993302</id><published>2008-11-13T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:51:43.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today is one month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One month since my life was changed forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One month since you betrayed my trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One month since I was violated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One month since my world shattered...almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One month since I started lying to my family, my friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One month is such a short time to start picking up the pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One month of going through the motions of putting my life back together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One month of curling up in the darkness...and finding my way to the light...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;again and again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One month of explaining to my friends that I don't know how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;or how they can help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One month of not sleeping, not eating and not caring...almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One month of writing, crying, cringing, raging, hiding....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One month of identifying what you took that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and beginning to reclaim what was lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One month of trying to be a mother, friend, daughter and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;rape victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One month of struggling to be all those things and not knowing how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One month of living with confusion, fear and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One month since you raped me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Only one month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm better now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-7492784932072993302?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/7492784932072993302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=7492784932072993302&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/7492784932072993302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/7492784932072993302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-month.html' title='One month'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-2596757751320669524</id><published>2008-11-10T14:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:32:21.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The" usual questions...oh goody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I saw the rape crisis counselor today and realized some things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am going to have to actually tell what happened to continue moving forward. I don't know of any other way to take away the power of what he did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everyone keeps saying it wasn't my fault, yada yada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okay, if that's true than why haven't I told someone close to me what happened ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What is it I am really afraid of when I tell someone that I care about ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fuck, maybe they will think part of it was my fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That is so not going to happen - I have amazing friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Still feels like a big risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Maybe I was complicit on some level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How will I know ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wasn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He is such an asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is what I'm going to do - I'm going to post what he did using some freakin' date from way back when. I can't have it be on page 1 of my blog. You can choose to follow the link or not.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-said.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here ya' go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - added 12/16/08 - 64 days after..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cool, that way the I am not exposing someone to this contaminant unintentionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah, not sure when that link is going up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That is in my power to decide. What he did wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today is Day 28. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today is better than yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fuck him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-2596757751320669524?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/2596757751320669524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=2596757751320669524&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/2596757751320669524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/2596757751320669524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-figured-some-things-out.html' title='&quot;The&quot; usual questions...oh goody.'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-8031545097886430063</id><published>2008-11-09T17:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:52:04.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here's the deal - life has to go on. I know that and am working hard at continuing to move forward.  I've had a great weekend - very busy. Mmmm, wonder if the whole "busy" thing was a wonderful distraction which made for a great weekend. Nice to see those boring psych classes I took in college actually paying off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Really, it is nice that I kept "it" in the background for awhile and didn't let it contaminate everything. Seems like the sounds/images seep into my head as the night goes on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Luckily I have chocolate and diet coke. Oh yeah, 1000 channels with nothing on also helps - at least I have a variety of shit to bore me. Wow - forgot about TiVo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Still sucks but not as much...silver-fucking-lining moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was still raped 27 days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He is such an asshole - maybe I'll tell him one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just not today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-8031545097886430063?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/8031545097886430063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=8031545097886430063&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/8031545097886430063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/8031545097886430063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on...'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-1280342435533141318</id><published>2008-11-07T13:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:49:18.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going through the motions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is just so freakin' icky to think of the word. I still want to find a loophole, ya' know ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Every time I think about what happens a shiver goes down my spine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I've managed to go to work, do the Mom things, etc this week as it isn't invading my brain all the time now. I feel like a Stepford person at times - lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Going through the motions is better than curling up in the dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I want to reclaim &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; my life - he took enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I woke up tired today - that weary tired that permeates your bones and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I feel a little foggy - the damn images keep getting up in my face instead of staying in my periphery. That is our agreement - I won't ignore them and they stay there when I need to function. One of us is breaking the rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The tears are barely under the surface. I must keep them contained when I'm out in the real world. (Note to self - pick up some M &amp;amp; Ms plus Bonnie Raitt for a cryfest later).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I really hate the process of healing. Only choice I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-1280342435533141318?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/1280342435533141318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=1280342435533141318&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/1280342435533141318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/1280342435533141318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2008/11/going-through-motions.html' title='Going through the motions'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-33398136848022028</id><published>2008-11-07T11:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:56:53.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I feel so stupid for being in the situation where the "incident" happened. It was date rape although not exactly a "date" date. Only 2 people know exactly (as honest as I could be) how this happened and the circumstances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I remember the words he used and my brain wouldn't connect what he was alluding to with an actual act. The state I live in calls this aggravated sexual assault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Where do I say the gory details ? Who do I ask to be my witness ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am so afraid I will be judged and am extremely embarrassed about the whole thing. I'm going to have to give voice (mine) to what happened - I can feel it coming to the surface. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified of that voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I just feel so stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE IT AND WHAT HE DID !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am angry with myself for allowing him to rob me of my voice. Jeez, I am sooo ready to be done with this process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What he did was degrading and obscene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I just feel bad when I think about it. At least I am functioning in the world and look together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today is better than last week. It isn't better than yesterday....go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-33398136848022028?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/33398136848022028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=33398136848022028&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/33398136848022028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/33398136848022028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-so-stupid-for-being-in-situation.html' title='I feel so stupid'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-3870928361936877820</id><published>2008-11-04T12:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:13:41.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A family member knows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today is Day 22. I told my brother last night about the "incident" in very general terms. I felt like I was lying by omission everytime I told him I was "fine" when he called. He's the only family member that I can tell right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He was supportive and very respectful of my boundaries. He also didn't get into the "protective" mode right away and try to solve this problem. There just isn't any solution right now except to continue "feeling" it. That really sucks, btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah, today is Day 22. I felt better on Day 19....go figure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-3870928361936877820?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/3870928361936877820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=3870928361936877820&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/3870928361936877820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/3870928361936877820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-member-knows.html' title='A family member knows...'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-2480569450995723272</id><published>2008-11-03T17:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:15:06.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Guess the title says it all. It is odd that I feel worse today than I did on Friday. I don't understand how that happens. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Supposedly&lt;/span&gt; it is part of the "Acute Trauma" phase. I don't want to be part of "Acute Trauma" anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The loophole - I am still searching for that Holy Grail. I saw the counselor today and she said that I was "sodomized anally with an object without my consent." I remember being amazed at her ability to say those words in such a calm manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am in my fog again. People are outside my office and I don't want to be part of it. I don't want to be part of my "Acute Trauma" response. I don't want to be a victim of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;RAPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There, I said it and don't feel any different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Should I ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-2480569450995723272?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/2480569450995723272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=2480569450995723272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/2480569450995723272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/2480569450995723272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-21.html' title='Day 21'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-1305604361366381160</id><published>2008-11-01T22:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:51:08.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone explain  Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here's part 2. Today was a better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Someone explain how I keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain why.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain why I can't quiet that voice...ya' know the one that says give up, it's too hard to go through the process.&lt;br /&gt;Please, someone explain that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain why I am always surprised when it hits me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain when it won't rob my of my breath.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain why...just why.&lt;br /&gt;Someone please explain that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain why I want to crawl into a hole and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how to stay out of the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain why I should.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain why today is harder than yesterday. It's day 18.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, someone explain why I'm even counting the days.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain why it matters.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-1305604361366381160?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/1305604361366381160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=1305604361366381160&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/1305604361366381160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/1305604361366381160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2008/11/someone-explain-part-2.html' title='Someone explain  Part 2'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-3965344007305033529</id><published>2008-10-30T15:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:08:00.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay - I"m still not sure what is happening. I am going to use the ol' number approach since that helps me sort things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I told my friend Michelle about it. I actually used the "word" that accurately described EXACTLY what he did. Funny, rape wasn't as hard to say. Her response was "knowing you like I do, I know that was not on the menu." For some reason I found that hysterical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She was right. It wasn't on the menu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He pre-meditated this - completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I went to the meeting and then to work a few hours today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was driving home and suddenly couldn't breathe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am not having fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am tired...just tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I feel better physically which is the sfl (silver-fucking-lining) moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I still don't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I definitely want to drink - a lot. Yeah well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I alternate between feeling dead inside and lost. Toss up which is preferable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I still look in control on the outside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It feels like I am lying to people. My Mother called and I pretended all was well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't want to deal with my family's reaction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hate lying - this isn't even close to the gray area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't know if I will ever be able to say the real word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have never experienced degradation like that in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;People say it will get better - I'm not sure if I want to wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm avoiding my brother - I can't lie to him. We have always been honest with each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm a fraud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How do I say the word to someone I am actually looking at ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Better question is how to say the word to someone that is looking at me. That's the real problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't see myself doing that - no scenario lets me do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll end up dead if I don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So what.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is terrifying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah, I'm thinking the despair is present a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't do this but I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm in a conundrum !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What do I do now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-3965344007305033529?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/3965344007305033529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=3965344007305033529&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/3965344007305033529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/3965344007305033529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-12.html' title='Day 12'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-4878740077115454747</id><published>2008-10-30T14:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:00:10.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, it was rape according to the counselor today. Seems to me that if counselors at 2 crisis center said it was sexual assault then it was although South Carolina called it sexual assault and Georgia called it rape. Yeah, that loophole isn't working for me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to drink or rather just have a moment of peace from this. I don't see any way to achieve that right now. I don't think I can meet God's expectations right now - can't see how I will deal with this. Been a long time since I felt like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Guess God thought I needed a new experience :) It really isn't funny but then again, inappropriate humor never hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep asking me how they can help. How can they ? I don't know. It seems like things are moving in slow motion right now...very odd. I don't feel crazy, just like I am moving/thinking in very slow motion. I wonder if I will completely slow down and just shut down. That would be nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It would be exceedingly dangerous but nice. I'm not going to start up again if I get to that shut down place - peace is there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How attractive is that I ask you ?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This I do know :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was a raped ergo I am a rape victim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When does that change to rape survivor ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It wasn't my fault. Doesn't change anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONSENT&lt;/strong&gt; is the magic ingredient that determines which category this falls into. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have no idea what to do now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The place I am in is very quiet and I can't see/hear anyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My head keeps moving and replaying it since there is no distraction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm not very good company for me right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I still can't eat. Rape is an effective diet tool (come on - I am smiling a bit at that). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nothing seems real to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I really don't care right now. Thinking things through like a drink/drug/etc is useless. &lt;strong&gt;I JUST DON'T CARE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Apparently that is not the right answer - guess I need to work on the 3rd step or maybe the 11th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yessirree Bob, I'm just not working my program well enough...just ask someone in AA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It doesn't matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know I matter - I just don't feel it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I quit drinking way too soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This isn't a &lt;strong&gt;drinking&lt;/strong&gt; problem. It's a &lt;strong&gt;feeling&lt;/strong&gt; problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am desperate to &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; feel right now. I just need a break to catch my breath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Is that too much to ask ? See, a perfect illustration of the whole "can't meet God's expectations" thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My family can't know - I am the responsible parent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I haven't been a victim as an adult before. I am now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't know what to do to stop the descent into nothingness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm not sure I want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jesus, I really sound depressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Will I be okay ? Can I be okay ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Been a long time since I have asked myself that question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm not sure I want to be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-4878740077115454747?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/4878740077115454747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=4878740077115454747&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/4878740077115454747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/4878740077115454747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-4166323232213929521</id><published>2008-10-30T12:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:12:03.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone  explain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Warning - this is unsettling and can be a triggering event for some folks. The magic words are sexual assault and non-consent. Please take care of yourself if you read it. A good resource is &lt;a href="http://www.rainn.org/"&gt;http://www.rainn.org/&lt;/a&gt; or look in your local phone book under crisis centers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay, here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It happened October 13... I still don't understand how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how a professional woman in her 40s becomes the victim of date rape.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how a single mother of 2 gets raped by someone on the third date.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain to how this happens in a small town after, I repeat, AFTER the man was vetted.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how there were NO alarm bells.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how I use "the" word that describes exactly how he raped me.&lt;br /&gt;Please, someone explain this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how he pre-meditated this.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how I trusted him...I understand why.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain why I had a glass of water in his kitchen when it was done.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how I was able to talk about inconsequential things 10 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;Please, someone explain this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how he had the audacity to say he wasn't done with me yet.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how I was calm, got dressed and pretended that everything was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain why he accepted my excuse that I was sick and needed to go.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain why the clues he gave didn't "click" in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Please, someone explain that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how I get the sound out of my head...the sound a ketchup bottle makes when you empty it.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how I speak the word...the one that says it all.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how I didn't realize what was happening until it was all over.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, someone explain that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how to say the word.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how a human being can degrade someone else like that.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how that can possibly be a turn-on.&lt;br /&gt;Please, I need someone to explain that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain what I do now.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how I move forward.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain why I feel so fractured.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how I tell my family...my children.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how I hide it from them.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how to decide which one to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how I was so stupid for being in that situation.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how I quiet that voice.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how I allowed this to happen.I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how that is any better. At least if I had let him do it then I would have had some control.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain why he did that.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how it happened so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how I didn't feel it at first.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how I give voice to it.&lt;br /&gt;Please, I am begging for someone to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how I decide if it really "qualifies" as rape.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain why I need to do that.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain how I say the word enema.&lt;br /&gt;There, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please explain what to do now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a clue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-4166323232213929521?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/4166323232213929521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=4166323232213929521&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/4166323232213929521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/4166323232213929521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-explain.html' title='Someone  explain...'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856302895031684999.post-4021668954852314739</id><published>2005-12-16T18:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:32:59.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I said</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; said the word today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The one that took my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The word that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fills&lt;/span&gt; me with disgust...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;at you...and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You know the word too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It doesn't shower you with humiliation... or fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wonder what you &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; feel ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I said the word and didn't die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I said the word and no one left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I said the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I said the word today and felt shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I felt guilt and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I felt powerless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;not helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I said the word with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and was believed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I said the word and was okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I said the word and took my life back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;or at least my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I said the word Sam...can you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The word is enema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There, it's out there in the light....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;for all to hear and see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was anally sodomized with an enema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fuck, those are some powerful words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; won't silence me again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856302895031684999-4021668954852314739?l=no-valid-reason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/feeds/4021668954852314739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856302895031684999&amp;postID=4021668954852314739&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/4021668954852314739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856302895031684999/posts/default/4021668954852314739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-valid-reason.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-said.html' title='I said'/><author><name>dangergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14819084427669361807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
