IUP “What Were You Wearing?” Digital Exhibit, April 2021

[@dysfunctionalcaramel3821]

I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt when I walked into that bathroom.

[@laurenkruegerfauxcuriousit8161]

I was drunk, with an ex bf. I had 3 drinks and couldn't walk. Was I drugged? He KNEW I didn't want to be more. We hung out a time before Easter 2017. He didn't try anything. I made amends for using him. I was recently in active addiction. So, one I got sober , I said sorry for using him. Easter 2017, we went out. Again. This time, it was different. I was drugged. Buy who? Idk. But my ex was the one to take advantage. I couldn't walk out of there. I told the entire bar sexual things. He brought my home. I kept saying I don't want you to stay the night. He kept asking kept asking, knowing I didn't like him sexualky. Knowing I didn't want him to stay the night. Time flew but stopped. I froze. I could remember hearing his belt hiy the floor. I remember thinning I feel this. I feel you rubbing on me. Stop I said. All in my head. You're raping me. I didn't say yes. I'm too high or drunk. Why can't I say no?! Hours later I came to. I immediately HIT him and screamed. I yelled GET THR F OUT I KNOW WHAT YOU DID YOU SICK F. He played dumb. I cried and took a shower in my clothes. I called the police. The police sent a male cop. He said "are you sure this happened", because I'm an addict. I did a rape kit and found out, 99% I was drugged. The case was dropped.

[@lottie-fj6yq]

dude im so sorry that happened to u I can’t believe some officers sometimes. Rape is rape no matter if ur a recovering addict, an addict, a lawyer, a stripper or anything else

[@fandom_fixations582]

I got to thinking, through all of the blame I had to go through from the people I thought I could trust, what actually happened? The first time it happened, I was around 8, wondering around my local Hobby Lobby with my mother when I suddenly got lost. I cant remember what happened between everything, but I remember coming to with a man holding me still in the back of the store. I ran to my mom, scared and crying, telling her I didn't know what happened, because at that age, I didn't. The second time it happened, followed by the third and fourth, were all by the same person when I was 11-12. A boy at my school had been groping all of the girls when I decided to fight him. He dragged me to the bathroom and smothered me with my own school uniform shirt. The next thing I knew, I was laying on the bathroom floor with my pants disturbed and my head throbbing. The third, he did the same thing only I was found before waking and was blamed for being assaulted. My counselor who I had trusted, asked me what I was wearing. My school had a strict dress code, with uniform shirts, long pants, and no skin showing (couldn't show knees, shoulders, cleavage, ankles even) so being asked this took me by suprise. What I had been wearing was my shirt, part of the uniform, and some jeans that were ripped during the struggle. I was blamed for wearing my school uniform and still getting raped. This happened one more time, the exact same thing, and my parents never knew. The fifth time was my boyfriend. He had many issues, as did I, at the age of 12, and he ended up pinning me to the bathroom wall and raping me, all while I was conscious, only I couldn't say anything because he had a weapon and I knew it. The most resent time was just a few months ago, I was walking my therapy dog Goose, who is trained to never bite or anything. I was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt as I was sick with a cold. This random boy is on his scooter and he starts riding next to me asking me weird, perverse questions. I ignored him and didn't say anything, but he took this as invitation. He tackled me and started undressing me when my dog Goose, who wasn't even 1 year old, bit his leg until he bled. I struggled to stand up but I knew I had to because I had been laying on the side of the road. Goose immediately checked on me and wouldn't leave me alone (as she's trained to do) for the rest of the week. I only ever saw that boy one more time, and that was when he tried talking to me at school, but I promptly kicked him. I don't know what would have happened if Goose wasn't there that day, because I know that boy had access to drugs and weapons, so I owe it all to my dog who helped me recover.

[@ButtonXD]

idk why but this is recommended to me