People feel its common knowledge in India that a rape could only happen to women, but I feel its wrong to think that. Any human being male or female being forced against his or her will to sexual acts is rape. I could say it as it happened to me.
I don’t want to explain my life story or anything. But i am writing this since nobody actually cares if it happens to a guy. People just tease them saying, “how can you call it rape? you must have enjoyed it!”. For me when I trusted someone and said it to him, them asking me whether I enjoyed it or not was very hurting, especially since I was abused by cousin sisters.
You will think how idiotic a person I would be when I say, I didn’t know I was being abused.
I was just at the age of 8, when my aunt first made me take bath with her daughters. I didn’t know then the way they used to touch me was bad or wrong. The things they made me do really hurt, and they even manipulated me into thinking that we were playing. The vulgar acts they made me do to them, which would make any normal person throw up, I never knew all these were not normal. It still hurts me in my sleep because now I know about what all I was made to do by her and her daughters.
Till before I met her, I was always a bit scared of every new girl I meet, because that kind of scar you get from getting hurt mentally and physically from trusting people you love, never heals completely.
Another thing I really want to know is why is no “safety or anti-rape communities or organisations for men” in our country.
I feel that’s because you, the citizens of India feel there’s no need for that since it’s always a woman or a girl who is raped. Nobody thinks about a boy who could be your son or brother or friend who could get sexually abused and he goes into a corner in his own living hell and people thinks, he have a bad attitude.
By now, the readers, if any, must be thinking what this guy is trying to convey in this. Actually, I myself don’t know about that. I just found on this platform, I have the right of speech enacted.
I am ending this, by saying one last thing.
I don’t know what could happen to me the next moment. I am scared to kill myself, I am scared to live on, I am scared to survive in this wretched life of mine.