Have you ever been abused at some level? Do you know someone who has to deal with abuse? The more we talk about the subject, the more we feel the pain, the distress that women endure when confronted by unforeseeable circumstances.
The healing process starts with speaking out, looking for someone in whom you can confide to voice your pain.
You will be able to find the way out only after confronting this ghost that blurs your mind day and night, that is taking your life away, is shattering your dreams and stealing your future from you. This is the reason WiA is holding this campaign against abuse. More than that, it is to offer you support and understanding, to give you the opportunity to spew out all that is suffocating you. The ultimate purpose of this campaign is to show that WiA is here for you. Read the story below about a young woman who had to face abuse at the young age of 19 ...
True Story: Raped at the age of 19
I was raped at the age of 19. It was during my first year at university.
I remember being so confused after a tutor on campus raped me. I knew I needed help. I WANTED help, but I was just so confused.
I picked myself up and went to a local physician to get checked out, but he could not help me. I lost hope and did not even think of going to the police afterwards.
My next thought was to go home. I needed to be around familiar faces, people who loved me and cared about me. On my way home, I decided to go to the local police station.
At the police station I was yelled at. I did not know what to say. All I could think of was reporting this crime. They took my statement (in front of everyone) and told me to go to the hospital. By that time, I was tired, mentally and physically. I could not think of going anywhere but home. So I dragged myself to my family home.
My parents were home and when I broke the news to them, there was complete silence. One of my relatives implied that I was to blame for the ordeal. That just pushed me to the edge. I started having suicidal thoughts, thinking of ways to end my miserable, broken life.
But I thank God for intervening when He did. I decided to go to church and have never looked back. God healed my broken heart, restored my life and changed me into a woman willing to share her story with others. I never thought it possible, but today I can truly say that I have forgiven the man who raped me.
And as traumatic as the incident was, it was the one thing that led me to experience this new-found relationship with God.