How not to get raped

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

There was a very unpleasant episode in my life associated with an attempted rape.

I was twenty years old. I came to Moscow for a session. The train arrived at four in the morning. The metro started at six. Waiting for its opening, I wandered around the Kursk railway station. The times were turbulent then (it is not for nothing that they are now called the "dashing nineties"), and it was possible to run into gangster-looking people anywhere. Especially at the station! But you will not find representatives of law enforcement agencies with fire in the daytime. And here, one might say, night. Only wine-glasses and taverns work. And now a drunk Caucasian man dumps out of one of these establishments. Carlo Pasolini's wrinkled tracksuit and boots. The most gangster chic at that time! He sees me, speaks, I answer something. No flirtation, just to be polite. But when I was about to leave, he took my hand and said: “I want to talk, stay. If you try to leave, I'll spit in your face! " Yes Yes exactly! I imagined this spit and stayed. The man told me something, and then said: "Let's go now to me." I firmly - "No!" But he had already decided everything. And when I did slip away, he followed me on the subway. He "led" me like a real detective. When I got off at the right stop, he also left the car. The time was earlier, just dawn. There was not a single passenger on the approaching tram. I sat down. The doors were about to close when he, my pursuer, ran into the tram. He plopped down next to me on the seat and began to grab my knees, tried to pinch my hands, and then unbutton my fly. I fought back and cried. I do not know what sobered him - our "sparring" or my tears, but suddenly he let me go, looked at me in bewilderment and asked: "Do you really not want to be with me?" I shook my head. The man slapped me, once called me in his own language and got out at the very first stop …

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This was my stop too! But I drove two more. And then she returned on foot and cried all the way. First from relief, then from humiliation and finally from anger. And on himself, and on him. In general, the soul was disgusting. And I was very afraid to confront him again. This attempted rape remembered me for many years.

I stopped remembering this episode without shuddering only after five years. When I realized that I myself was largely to blame. And when I realized this, I made several conclusions.

First. Better to be considered impolite, wild, strange, even abnormal than an approachable girl. Therefore, if a person who does not inspire confidence turns to you, it is better to pass by, pretending that you do not hear his call.

Second. Do not be afraid. Not some threats. Not to find yourself in a stupid or humiliating position. If now someone told me: “If you try to leave, I will spit in your face!” I would have raised such a cry! I would just scream at the top of my lungs "Help!"

It is easier to survive spitting in the face than spitting in the soul. Moreover, it is easier to dodge the first one.

Third. It is necessary to make it clear to men that YOU ARE NOT SUCH. After all, the one who almost raped me, until the last moment believed that I was just breaking down. Otherwise, the question would not have sounded: "Do you really don't want to be with me?" That is, I was still lucky that the man, while chasing me, sobered up.

Fourth. You need to keep your cool. Panic clouds the mind, and in dangerous situations it is very important to think sanely. A good friend of mine told me how she was almost raped by … a taxi driver! We are used to not being afraid of them. And then some inadequate person was caught. Drove her to a vacant lot and began to harass her. She resisted, but when she realized that the forces were not equal, she feigned an epileptic seizure. She was convulsing and drooling. She was also ready to wet herself (someone told her his story, and in it the rapist abandoned his intention only after the victim described himself), but the taxi driver was so scared that he pushed my friend out of the car.

Fifth. And the most important. Dangers must be avoided. Why did I wander around the station, and even in the immediate vicinity of hot spots? It was necessary to choose a place near the police station (for sure it was) and sit.

Why are we girls, women so careless? At night we cut off the path by the courtyards, when we are in a hurry, we sit in the first car we come across, we trust random acquaintances, sometimes virtual ones.

For some reason it seems to us that THIS can happen to anyone, but not to us. But this is not so! Girls, danger lies in wait for each of us. And for our own sake and for the good of our loved ones, we must avoid them. Madonna, it seems, once said. “Every woman is raped in her sexual fantasies. But none of them would like to be raped in real life!"