Last night as I was getting ready to go to bed in my Ireland castle, I turned on the TV to find Thelma and Louise. It is a classic, so I have seen it before, but I saw it with different eyes this time. It was a story about a woman who was nearly raped on her vacation and her friend shot the rapist. They are on the run from the cops because they know the cops would not believe the women if they told them about the rape. Later we find out that the Louise, the one who shot the rapist, was raped herself. Near the end, Thelma even told Louise that she was glad Louise shot the man because her life would have been worse being raped than being caught for murder, robbery, and kidnapping. Finally they take death over everything.
This all really sits with me. First, that even now woman find it hard to go to the police because they might not believe them. Second, a lot of people don’t get the help they need, so they try to do it on their own. For me, It has been a long, struggling year, but I am glad I am alive and can talk with others about this. Being faced with a gun in the woods, it could have gone another way. However, here I am trying to get over what happened with up and down days. But I have found support I need and I am getting more comfortable with asking for help.
I was raped one year ago today, but I lived to tell the tale and there is no shame.