This Open Letter From A Woman To Her Coworker Proves That Women Still Are Treated As Reasons Behind The Rape, And Not As The Victims!

I recently read a post, which was an open letter from a woman to her coworker. The woman had gotten drunk, and had passed out near a dustbin. The next morning, she woke up to realize that she had been raped. What’s more, her coworkers were talking about it, and saying how the woman had been at fault too, and shouldn’t have gotten drunk.

Well, the lady’s befitting reply serves as a lesson for all those who try blaming the woman for the rape, and not the men who can’t control themselves when they see a lady.
I’ll tell you what. The extent of fear that a woman feels after such an incident is not something we could ever even think of, and she states that in her letter to her coworker, who. While talking to her, tried to point out why the lady was at fault and not the rapist.
The lady, in her first letter (addressed to the rapist), talked about how she didn’t even know how she had ended up there (at the hospital). She didn’t even realize she had been assaulted sexually, and no part of her brain could recall that incident.

She encountered the horrifying experience that she went through after that, how she learned the details of her own rape sitting at her work desk and reading it off from her phone- at the same time the rest of the world read about it. She wrote about how she finally opened up to her family and boyfriend about the rape, and how they reacted to the news. Moreover, the rapist said he thought she liked it because she ‘rubbed his back’ after he was done. Mind you, an adult with an unconscious mind, who was drunk, gave him ‘permission’, or expressed her liking the rape, because she ‘rubbed his back’. And no, he didn’t ask for her permission.
Moreover, this is about how people reacted to her letter. How, even after being the victim, she was made to feel guilty. How she wasn’t allowed to forget what happened to her at any point in time. She says, “Like I don’t think about it when I leave the headphones at home on my way to pick up milk because I need to hear if anyone’s coming up behind me and it’s already hard enough to make out my music over the soundtrack of my someday interrogation:

“Don’t you know you live in K-town? Why would you walk alone after dark? What did you think was going to happen?”

You know? I think it’s high time we think about it. It’s high time we realize that just by telling women to dress modestly and drink less, we aren’t preventing rapes from happening. We, are merely changing the victim, who would have had to bear it all.

We need to realize that you just cannot rape and get away with it. The rapist, here, received ONLY a 6 month jail sentence because he was a sportsperson, and he had already resigned from a ‘hard earned swimming scholarship’. Yeah, because that’s enough punishment to serve after ruining a life, right? And I don’t mean just the rape. I mean here the events that followed, the kind of questioning she had to endure, everything.

People, it’s high time we changed. It’s high time we realize the true meaning of consent. It’s high time we support the victim, and not pass comments like,” Oh, you were drunk, and this was bound to happen”, because it was NOT, not if the rapist could learn to control his lust.