Yesterday I was told my depression probably began as a coping mechanism to process the trauma of being raped two years ago. I wouldn’t say antidepressants, scars and attempted suicides is really coping.
I’m sick of being silenced, I’m gutted by those who justified his actions and I’m angry that due to the social stigma associated with depression and towards rape victims I’ve been ashamed.
I shouldn’t have had to fear judgement, I shouldn’t have had to convince ‘friends’ that what he did was wrong, I shouldn’t have been told to stop being emotional.
Being raped was not, and is not, a reflection on me. It only reflects that I dated a dickhead. It’s his turn to be ashamed.