love/hate

An old friend of mine violated a girl I used to love/hate.

And it makes me think. It reminds me of old feelings. Bubbling on top is anger-- at those who say the lady I love/hated is lying. Well, I say "say," but this is (city) and people don't say things here-- they imply things. I have been hearing some heavy implications that my love/hate-lady is at fault somehow, for being sexed upon without permission.

I see and hear all these reactions from people, and I wonder (not necessarily about them, but I wonder), are the statistics I have heard true? Have nine out of ten women been sexually abused before the age of consent in the US? Because nine out of ten women certainly act that way.

And how many men, I wonder? It seems to me that in order to impose something as horrible as rape on another, another must have imposed something as horrible as rape on the perpetrator.

But we don't talk about that. It's too painful; too difficult. Even I'm hiding. I'm scared to talk.

Another human being has been molested, and all I can think of is my own incest.