For the first time in 11 years, I said no to being raped. It was when I was 17 or 18 that I began to understand that what had been happening to me for so many years was wrong–so one day when he came to jump on me, I kicked him and said no. I would not enter a male washroom because I was scared that I would be raped again…I grew up having no self esteem. At 12, I began to get gang-raped by his friends, and I would bleed but keep quite…because what if I wasn’t considered ‘man enough’ to not bear pain? My childhood went by having two worlds where I would not remember the rape until something triggered it off and then I would cry endlessly.
I got so used to it, I would enter his house and lie down on the bed, just wanting it to get over as soon as possible. At that point, I didn’t know what was happening to me, whether it was ok, whether it was normal. He forced me to give him a blow job and proceeded to have anal sex with me, multiple times. “My uncle was giving me a bath when I was 7 years old, and that’s when it first happened. This heartbreaking post about a man who was raped by his uncle for years as a child will make you shudder.
Yes, men get raped too and most of them suffer in silence.
