Me Myself
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What helped me with my journey toward recovery as a survivor was realizing that it wasn't about sex. To sexualize what happened when I was attacked seriously affected my sex life and my sense of security and safety. Also, in peer groups I have worked with and talked with at length discuss freely about the PTSD they continue to have from triggers that are all environmentally created....bare feet....the smell of fabric softener.....back country roads....wine bottles....truck beds.....and on and on and on. Theses triggers evoke the familiar feelings of the survival instinct since there was the acceptance of the possibility that we could have been killed during those moments.
I'm a survivor. I'm not being raped right now. I'm not being left for dead like I was before. What happened to me was not an act of sex. I was targeted to be destroyed. But that is not what sex is, anymore than people who have survived abduction understand that kidnapping is not a joy ride.
rape1
Pronunciation: /reɪp/
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noun
[mass noun]
1the crime, typically committed by a man, of forcing another person to have sexual intercourse with the offender against their will:
sex
Pronunciation: /sɛks/
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noun
1 [mass noun] (chiefly with reference to people) sexual activity, including specifically sexual intercourse