The hidden half of domestic violence
How to have eternal life
WARN: this is an unedited account by a member of Shattered Men. This man was raped at the tender age of 16. I feel we need to leave these accounts unedited as much as possible to really see how this affect men as well as it affects girls. Please be aware of this as you read this account. IS IT NOT TIME TO VALUE ALL OUR PEOPLE?
"THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES IS MORE DANGEROUS THAN THE MALE"
My heart goes out to all the deserving souls, men and women out there who realize this ugly problem. Please do not be offended by my opening remark. First of all I want to thank the thoughtful person who started this group. I also want to tell all the people out there that they are not alone in their crusade against this blatant disregard of abuse and violence against the male sex which has been relegated to the tag of "weaker sex" by the intolerant social and judicial system, the conservatives and most importantly, the ultra hardcore Feminazis (feminists, that is). "Society does not have the right to discriminate against victims of domestic violence, on basis of their gender" This might sound like wishful thinking or worse, like a teen fantasy. But it is a true thing which scarred me during a most crucial period of my life. Although i dont think i might qualify as "battered" i think i do as " abused boyfriend". I was all of 16 years old when iwas systematically seduced and i feel, raped by two nymphomaniacal females. I was an impulsive and easy-going type of person with alot of friends. met this girl in high school who seemed to share a lot of my interests and very soon we were going steady. Although our society is very conservative and relationships are based on some really outdated religious beliefs, she was very much into intimate kissing stuff as she had been brought up outside the country with her father who lives abroad. ( I am from India) One day she took me to meet her mother ("yeah i am the type of guy a gal takes home to her mom, but....") and we had lunch. Her mom played the perfect hostess and seemed to take quite aliking to me. She kept inviting me regularly to her house. Once, when my parents were out of town , she called up and invited me to dinner on occasion of her birthday. How could i refuse ? I put on my best set of clothes and bought her a present on the way over. I arrived on my motorbike and rung the doorbell and was greeted by the girl who was dressed in a dark violet mini-skirt and pink shirt. I went in and greeted her mom who was dressed to kill in the brightest of orange sarees. I gave her my best wishes and my present which happened to be a handcrafted silver bracelet. She appeared to just love it and wore it immediately and kept thanking me for quite some time. Then we had a 3 course dinner and dessert. Then she did something i could never think of. She opened a bottle of alcoholic beverage ( most probably scotch whiskey coz the name was Glenlivet) and offered me a glass. I never had even tasted beer and so I declined politely but was bewildered to see my girlfriend holding a glass of her own. She insisted too but i declined again. Her mom said "c'mon a little drink won't hurt u too much" and held a glass to my lips. When i turned away she said in a blood curdling voice "Listen u son of a b***h, do as u are told. today is my f******g birthday and i don't need any of ur attitude. Now, drink it" and the literally caught me and poured it down my throat. After that all i remember is the woman and her daughter gave me repeated draughts of the bitter-sweet drink and i felt woozy and sort of distant. I was on my first 'kick' or 'high' from alcohol. Then I was systematically stripped to my skin and ..... well i can't tell u any more. It is almost excruciating to recount the story of my ..Rape. All i can say was it was next morning when i woke up in a dazed and inebriated state with a painful sensation in my crotch. Then again i was pushed back on a cot and held down by my girlfriend sitting on my head and her mother doing unimaginable things with my private parts. Then mother and daughter took turns on their joy-ride. When the finally let me go i was a total physical and mental wreck. It was almost 5 o clock in the evening when i got back home and fell on my bed exhausted and sobbing. It did not stop there. I was absent at school for the next 2 days.The day when i got back, I got a note from my girlfriend asking me to wait for her after school.Well I had other ideas, but she and her mother caught me trying to sneak away after school was over. I was trying to stammer some excuse when momma cut me short and said " listen, I don't know how you felt that night but i and Lina here sure enjoyed it. So you are coming back with us to our house and we are gonna have some more fun."I tried to give an excuse about a tuition class, but she would have none of it and physically led me into her car and the rest, as they say is history. This kind of thing contiued for more than a month.I could not get out of this mess as she threatened to talk to the school principal and accuse me with indecent behaviour towards her daughter. I could not talk to anyone for fear of being ridiculed or reprimanded for "silly schoolboy imaginations". More it was fear of shame and insult to the members of my family if such a thing became public. So I was , as they say "caught between a rock and a very hard bottom". This was really traumatising. My grades in school kept falling. I could not concentrate on my studies at all. And all hell broke loose when my final exam results arrived, I had failed and lost admission into college. I was totally devastated. My family was furious. My cousin came up with a suggestion to send me to a military academy school in a nearby hill station that helps first time failures get another crack at the college entrance exams through a different format. Well that was a welcome change and my girlfriend's mom could do nothing in the meanwhile as her husband was due to return home soon from his work abroad. The Rise from the ashes The story of my recovery Well my period of recovery was quite memorable. I found a way to handle all my frustrations once I got into the new school. The change in the environment did a lot of good for me. The discipline was quite harsh considering it was run by former and some serving military personnel. Apart from that, I liked the daily regimen of early rising, runs, exercise, drills and sports training. The academics too were good, run by smart, competent teachers. I learned quickly, and was ahead of the class most of the time. And when the time came for my examinations , I emerged top of the class and got personal recommendation from the headmaster to a technical institute in my own city. Astrology had a great impact on my life. I was leafing through some magazines when I read something about my sign, Aries. It said that the natural qualities of the Aries male was a positive temperament, a healthy aggressive behaviour and natural instinct to be a leader. All these made me believe in myself and my self respect grew and I had a healthy ego.Then I discovered a way to occupy my free time with Martial arts. I was a good student and learned Kickboxing very quickly. I won a couple of tournaments too. I forgot all that had happened to me. The waste of one year of my life due to that one failure was soon put behind and I learned to take it in my stride. I understood myself and the world around me better. I learnt to stop being na´ve and impetuous. Meanwhile the sweet lady and her daughter have returned from wherever they had been gone all these 3 years. She saw me in a mall and tried to chat up but I left hurriedly. Since then she's been trying to call me on my private phone, pass messages through a third party etc. Didn't work because I have a Caller-Id on my fone which rejects calls from her fone automatically. Now she is stalking me around my house and college in her very noticeable red Mercedes. And I am palsy with a bunch of very cool motorbike dudes who call me on my mobile the next instant they see the vehicle anywhere around my manor. Still , I cannot for the life of me, understand why the silly b***h is tailing me.She still has the bracelet I gave her on that forgettable night. Well no more playing stud for Mrs. high and mighty and her daughter . I `ve got a life of my own. Its time to move on. But if she tries to cross my way again, I will make her life a hell so intolerable that she will regret the day I ever met her.
This young man has chose to remain enormous. We respect that right as do the feminist sites although they feel it is ok for their people to do so, but contest that it ever happened if a male victim chooses to do so. This
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