This has been a crazy week, so I’ve not gotten much research done. (In a nutshell – bad back, 13 hour power blackout, and more of that purging I’ve mentioned ad infinitum) 33 more words
Something Laura wrote in the post below niggled me and has stayed with me the past few days. It coincided with certain news articles, particularly surrounding the Rotherham abuse 'scandal' and the mention of former 'national treasure' convicted paedophile Rolf Harris. I finally put my finger on what it was: When someone is convicted of a sexual offence, and then you casually or otherwise remark that you 'don't believe it', you imply that victims are at fault. Even if this is not what you mean, if you insist that you can't believe that a person could do such heinous acts, you disrespect - no, you dehumanise and degrade - victims and former victims like me. These crimes leave a legacy that lasts a lifetime. Anyone who would rather look the other way than look at the awful truth head on is, in essence, spitting in my face, and the faces of those like me. Spitting in the faces of those vulnerable young girls in Rotherham. They were children, for God's sake. And that is the politest way of saying it. We have an appallingly low conviction rate for sexual crime in the UK. An estimated 85% of sexual violence goes unreported. Of those that are reported to the police, only 7% result in conviction. That means that 1% of sexual crime results in conviction. I'd say it's a pervert's paradise, especially when police and social services look the other way (which is what happened to me, too). Also, whenever anyone says that a rape or sexual assault victim 'must be lying', this is incredibly offensive. The reality is that very few people invent stories of sexual violence. On the contrary, 'in March 2013, the Crown Prosecution Service published a survey confirming that false rape reports are 'very rare' and suggesting they could make up less than 1% of all reports.'
source Rape CrisisAbusers abuse and rapists rape and molesters molest and all of them blame the victim. That's how they get away with it! So many times I was made to feel as if everything I experienced, including sexual, emotional and physical abuse, were my fault, both overtly by the abuser, and less overtly by the fact that no one did anything (except my parents, who did all they could under the circumstances). The abuse tore our family to shreds. No bomb could have blown us apart any better. We are still picking up the pieces, all these years later. I thank God that we can. I thank God that it is indeed true what Paul writes in his letter to the church at Corinth (paraphrased rather movingly by Eugene Peterson):
...no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.
Love never gives up. Love cares more for others than for self. Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have. Love doesn’t strut, Doesn’t have a swelled head, Doesn’t force itself on others, Isn’t always “me first,” Doesn’t fly off the handle, Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others, Doesn’t revel when others grovel, Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, Puts up with anything [except abuse] Trusts God always, Always looks for the best, Never looks back, But keeps going to the end.
Love never dies.
1 Corinthians 13:3-8
My thanks go to Laura, for prompting this. It's been cathartic. Any thoughts from any of my readers?