I was raped when I was college age on the streets of the city in which I first went to college. I have written about that experience a couple of times in the years since.
Why tell such a personal story?
In the case of Alice Sebold, author of the bestselling novel The Lovely Bones, telling her rape story in the nonfiction book, Lucky, seemed to be a way to deal with the brutality of the attack, her frustration with the difficulty in bringing her rapist to justice, and the anguish caused by people around her who could not possibly understand what she was feeling — who, indeed, suggested to her that she was “lucky” her attacker had not killed her.
I did not suffer deep psychic wounds as a result of my rape the way Sebold did, and it wasn’t hard for me to talk about it the way it is for many victims. Telling my story may have been a way of dealing with the assault, but I think I mostly wanted other rape victims to know they weren’t alone.
Sometimes rape stories are told by surrogates who stand in for victims who are no longer able to tell their own stories. I happened to notice that Andrea Cooper, the mother of a victim, is speaking soon at my former university. Her daughter, Kristin, cannot tell her own story because she killed herself after she was raped. From the Web site, Kristin’s Story:
Kristin’s Story is a mother’s tale of her daughter’s rape and subsequent suicide. A vibrant 20-year-old…, Kristin committed suicide shortly after she was raped by a friend in 1995. Her … mother Andrea Cooper made the difficult decision to share her daughter’s tragedy with college students all over the nation.Cooper explains her reason for telling her daughter’s story:
“I am sharing this because I hope by telling Kristin’s story that other lives will be saved, and other young women will not be victims of acquaintance rape, and that those suffering from depression, for ANY reason, will get help,” Andrea explains.We tell stories as personal as a rape experience to bring about change — to change people’s attitudes, the change young women’s fears, to change their reluctance to seek out the counseling that might prevent them from doing what Kristin did. As the site goes on to say: Here’s the conclusion of a story of how Cooper’s work has helped one young rape victim:
I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for being such an amazing influence on my life. Honestly, if it weren’t for you, I probably would have kept it all to myself and slipped into a great depression. I’m sure I am not the only girl whose life you’ve saved, and I truly hope you take comfort in knowing that.















I can identify with the reaction to this statement: “who, indeed, suggested to her that she was “lucky” her attacker had not killed her.”
In 2006, I was diagnosed with prostate cancer. When I shared this with people, the common reaction was: “If you are going to have cancer, that is the cancer to have.” My wife and I quickly named prostate cancer the “Good Cancer.” People think they are being supportive, but they are not.
I heard this same type of comment time and time again when my wife and I interviewed people whose pet had died. People often said that their friends would say something like: “It just an animal. Why don’t you go buy another one.” This is the worst thing in the world to say to someone who sees their pet as their soul mate.
I can relate to the statment about her being “lucky” her attacker didn’t kill her. My sister was raped by a family member that she looked up to. When she finally told us what had happened and news got around, one of his friends had said that same thing. She was mad because they had said that with so much pride for what he had done. She almost killed herself because she started to believe that that statement was true. She was going to make his life more simple. He didn’t get charged and she thought it would be the right thing to do that way noone couild blame her if he raped again. That statement almost costed my sister her life. I know how it feels to have that thrown in your face. I’m glad you don’t believe that.
dont worry. i was just raped the other day ago. i know it is not fun. i was afraid to tell someone. i mean someone found out about it. but i am still scared to tell someone. My mom found out and she started to freak out on me. i mean yeah. u kno. i am now scared that i might be prego. but yeha. well i can not take this anymore.