uh no. i assume you’re a male. and no, rape is VERY SEVERELY under reported. hell, most rape victims don’t even tell their closest friends, friends they’ve known for DECADES. why? bc society shuns women who do. trust me, i’ve been there. and i found out my close friends of DECADES never said a word of what happened to them until i spoke of mine.
and over the years, i’ve found out SO many of my female friends, women i’ve know for many years or decades, were also r* or SA’d, and NONE have ever said anything to anyone. and IRL, i tell no one either, except for a very few, let alone report that to the po po that don’t care, don’t believe us, and treat victims like dogshit.
I’ve also since met a bunch more online, and out of everyone i know IRL and online, only ONE woman has ever reported it to the police. ONE. out of hundreds of women i’ve talked to that have been SA’d or r*.
I didn’t mean to say that literal suicides are more under-reported than cases of rape. It was referring to the kind where people die inside and then spend the rest of their lives pretending to be alive. Doesn’t count as suicide in the records, for better or worse.
I’m truly sorry for your traumatic experience and of those who opened up to you about it. You’re right; society shuns the victim and even goes further to suggest that she was ‘asking for it’. Life’s a sick, unjust, predatory game n women too often end up with the short end of the stick.
I’ve felt like this. I think a lot of people have felt like this. Dead inside, unsure of what to do with their lives anymore?
It’s odd the amount of importance we put on being “somebody”. We need to be individuals, yet need to be a collective for society to function. It’s just a lot of expectations and rigid “goals” to keep one tied to this planet. To people.
It’s just sad to see how many of us suffer like this.
What would constitute being someone? I get that many dreams have shattered, and they won’t be happening, that’s part of the human condition. But to be significant? The bar is so low….. other people need so little sometimes. You never know is all I’m saying on that score.
Most people are dead, most of the time. We shine it up, dissassociating, being busy, being thoughtless…. but we aren’t alive the way we were as children, heck most children shift towards death in middle to late childhood these days, it’s a bleak world to live in.
but the spark might still be buried in there somewhere. That death might not be as complete as we might hope. Heh, hope, even that concept bucks death. Even lamenting your own deathlike state is in itself an act of rebellion against it, ever think of that? The truly dead should revel in it, embrace it completely….. and I do try, simply as a matter of zen, there must be a time for such things.
What’s wrong with being dead, eh? It’s the living who make a mess of things, with their huge plans that they have no way to deliver upon. The dead are matter of fact, we know we’re finished, or we try to be.
So I charge you, or the person who might have been a somebody called you, that being a somebody might not have been such a great thing after all. That being nobody, achieving no honors or applause from the callous hands of the living is as good a path as any. Being dead may be your part in the universe, and you should feel no shame in it if it is.
We are all but star dust, and only in finding our part in greater movements and associations could we ever know if anything we did really mattered or didn’t. In that sense, we are all just as much nothing. Not to debase your nothingness, I applaud whatever accomplishment or lack thereof you achieve. In a sense, I envy you, I wish I could be more nothing, make less sense, and be less alive. Attempting to grab life by the dangly bits certainly hasn’t produced the results I’m after.
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I guess that’s why they say that suicide is way more underreported than rape.
uh no. i assume you’re a male. and no, rape is VERY SEVERELY under reported. hell, most rape victims don’t even tell their closest friends, friends they’ve known for DECADES. why? bc society shuns women who do. trust me, i’ve been there. and i found out my close friends of DECADES never said a word of what happened to them until i spoke of mine.
and over the years, i’ve found out SO many of my female friends, women i’ve know for many years or decades, were also r* or SA’d, and NONE have ever said anything to anyone. and IRL, i tell no one either, except for a very few, let alone report that to the po po that don’t care, don’t believe us, and treat victims like dogshit.
I’ve also since met a bunch more online, and out of everyone i know IRL and online, only ONE woman has ever reported it to the police. ONE. out of hundreds of women i’ve talked to that have been SA’d or r*.
I didn’t mean to say that literal suicides are more under-reported than cases of rape. It was referring to the kind where people die inside and then spend the rest of their lives pretending to be alive. Doesn’t count as suicide in the records, for better or worse.
I’m truly sorry for your traumatic experience and of those who opened up to you about it. You’re right; society shuns the victim and even goes further to suggest that she was ‘asking for it’. Life’s a sick, unjust, predatory game n women too often end up with the short end of the stick.
I’ve felt like this. I think a lot of people have felt like this. Dead inside, unsure of what to do with their lives anymore?
It’s odd the amount of importance we put on being “somebody”. We need to be individuals, yet need to be a collective for society to function. It’s just a lot of expectations and rigid “goals” to keep one tied to this planet. To people.
It’s just sad to see how many of us suffer like this.
What would constitute being someone? I get that many dreams have shattered, and they won’t be happening, that’s part of the human condition. But to be significant? The bar is so low….. other people need so little sometimes. You never know is all I’m saying on that score.
Most people are dead, most of the time. We shine it up, dissassociating, being busy, being thoughtless…. but we aren’t alive the way we were as children, heck most children shift towards death in middle to late childhood these days, it’s a bleak world to live in.
but the spark might still be buried in there somewhere. That death might not be as complete as we might hope. Heh, hope, even that concept bucks death. Even lamenting your own deathlike state is in itself an act of rebellion against it, ever think of that? The truly dead should revel in it, embrace it completely….. and I do try, simply as a matter of zen, there must be a time for such things.
What’s wrong with being dead, eh? It’s the living who make a mess of things, with their huge plans that they have no way to deliver upon. The dead are matter of fact, we know we’re finished, or we try to be.
So I charge you, or the person who might have been a somebody called you, that being a somebody might not have been such a great thing after all. That being nobody, achieving no honors or applause from the callous hands of the living is as good a path as any. Being dead may be your part in the universe, and you should feel no shame in it if it is.
We are all but star dust, and only in finding our part in greater movements and associations could we ever know if anything we did really mattered or didn’t. In that sense, we are all just as much nothing. Not to debase your nothingness, I applaud whatever accomplishment or lack thereof you achieve. In a sense, I envy you, I wish I could be more nothing, make less sense, and be less alive. Attempting to grab life by the dangly bits certainly hasn’t produced the results I’m after.