When I was 16, I went to spend a summer with my Aunt and Uncle in Florida. I had expressed my reluctance to go to my mother. My cousin-my age-had acted in an inappropriate matter to me the last time that I had seen him. My mother sent us kids anyway. She liked to party and had told us that we were in her way.
While at my Aunt and Uncle’s, my cousin made passes at me but I refused them. I did not tell anyone. Don’t ask me why. I think that I had the impression that I would get in trouble. You have to realize that I had been told all my life that I was a whore or slut by my mom. So going to an adult with a problem was not something that I normally did. I was still a virgen by the way, my mom was very verbally abusive.
My Aunt and Uncle worked in the day, leaving my cousin, myself and my sister and brother alone. One afternoon, while my sister and brother were outside playing, my cousin literally scooped me up and carried me into his room. I was struggling at this point. He threw me on the bed. When I opened my mouth to scream, he cocked his fist back and said in a very threatening manner…“Go ahead and scream.” So, I froze. He was a football player and much, much larger then I was. I didn’t fight back, I just laid there and cried. He asked me at one point, “Haven’t you always dreamed of being raped?”
The only thing that stopped him from actual intercourse, was the noise of his sister returning home early from her college classes. He leaped off of me and I ran into my bedroom. In all honesty, while the situation occured, I could not think. It was like my brain had just stopped and all I felt was intense fear.
I didn’t tell his family, but lived the next days in fear. His mother had taken the rest of our time with her off from work. So, I guess that he never had the opportunity to finish with me. When I returned home, I told my mother. Her response was. “Why didn’t you struggle? Why didn’t you scream? Your sister and brother where outside, they would have come in and helped you. Well, this kind of thing happens to women all the time. Get over it.”
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I admire this particular saint very much. But I think that she would be saddened to hear anyone suggest that a rape victim who didn’t fight back was cooperating with their attacker.
