I was raped as a 12 year old girl. I did not scream, I was speechless. My scalp was crawling with fear. I was not brutally forced down, but there was a gun pointed right at my chest. I was no match for the guy. He said he'd kill me if I screamed. We were out in the boonies, no one would have heard me scream, and if they'd heart a gunshot, it would have been from a distance, and likely people would have thought, "Was that a gun shot?" then they'd have gone on about their business.
I was a virgin, and he wasn't gentle, and it hurt a lot. I was trying not to scream while it was happening, because I was afraid he'd kill me. He put his hand over my mouth so hard, I could taste my lips. When he was done, he took a dirty rag and put his hand up inside me to wipe out evidence and to try to keep me from becoming pregnant. That hurt worse than the rape itself, probably it was part of the rape for him. It left an indelible impression on me. I did not become pregnant.
I never told anyone. I did not report him, because I was just a kid, and he told me that if I told, he'd come kill me and my parents and that no one would be able to stop him. I did not tell my parents in order to protect them. He was someone we knew, and he'd call me on the phone once in a while to remind me not to tell anyone. I didn't.
I don't know where he is now. I don't know if he is still alive. I have no real feelings about it anymore, except to realize that I should have told. But at the time I felt responsible to protect myself and my family from him. I was so young and naive.
When I later joined the WTBS as an adult, I never told them either, because at that time they were saying that if a woman went along with the rape, she was guilty of fornication. Since I didn't resist, I was guilty, according to them. Then other women in the cong, who'd never been raped, were saying things like, "I'd rather die than be raped." I never did understand that. If I had been shot, I wouldn't have married, would not have my children, would not have enjoyed the life I love so much. Why would they rather die than be raped? I wanted to live, and he had me, dead or alive right then. To live, I did not resist.
Was I actually raped? It sure felt like it to me.
H.S.