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We had asked Kmag page followers to share their rape story and had provided them a google form to fill anonymously.  We have asked them the following questions:

  1.  Gender.
  2. If was an attempted rape or was raped.
  3.  Their age when the incident happened.
  4.  Raped by whom.
  5.  Where the rape had happened.
  6.  Have they reported or talked about it with other ?
  7.  Did the person rape again or was it only once?
  8.  Any other similar incident later in life.
  9.   Do they get to meet the rapist in everyday life
  10.  Detail of the incident.

Here is what we received



Gender: Female
Raped/ Attempted: Attempted.
At the age: 22
Raped By: Boyfriend
Location: Cousins Place
Reported (yes/no): No.
Frequency: 1,
Any other similar incident: No.
If gets to meet the rapist in everyday life? Yes/No:  No

STORY

He was a dominating man. He tried starting touching me and kissing me. I wasn’t ready, I retaliated. He created a big scene in front of my cousin(she knew about my relationship). I was so embarrassed. My cousin got very angry and threatened to call the police. He cried and asked for forgiveness and we forgave him. A year later we broke up, it was a bitter one. He sent message to all my friends and relatives that he slept with me and I asked for it. My character was ruined. This incident still haunts me and I feel this relationship was a big mistake of my life.


Gender: Female
Raped/ Attempted: Touching of intimate parts/molestation
At the age: 6
Raped By:  Cousin
Location: Aunt’s House
Reported (yes/no): Yes.
Frequency: 1,
Any other similar incident: No.
If gets to meet the rapist in everyday life? Yes/No:  Yes

Story

I was pretty much a kid that time. We were playing at my aunt’s house.  I have a very blur memory of it but I remember he asked me to undress myself. I was very young to understand that it was totally wrong so I did so. I remember he ran his fingers all over my body and few minutes later he told me to put on my clothes. I could not decide what actually had happened that particular time.  Few months later I was told by my grand mom that anyone touching your intimate parts is wrong may it be whosoever. Then I had come to know it was wrong. Next time when he asked me to undress me I denied. But I still didn’t know that I had been harassed. It was after 6-7 years when I had started to have knowledge about sex education I realized I had been harassed. I had shared this to only 3 people in my life until now.


Gender: Female
Raped/ Attempted: Raped
At the age: 16
Raped By:  Boyfriend
Location: House
Reported (yes/no): No.
Frequency: 1,
Any other similar incident: No.
If gets to meet the rapist in everyday life? Yes/No:  No

Story

He was my first boyfriend. He was much older than me – about 24 at the time, I was 16. I was home alone and he came to my house. I wasn’t sure if he should have stayed, but I was too timid to say no. Later that night, he coerced me into having sex with him. I was at the end of my periods and I told him so. I was too scared that he’d leave me if I said no directly. I was a fat girl and he was a really good looking guy.  My friends used to tell me that I didn’t deserve him, so I was scared. He kept pressuring me saying he didn’t mind the periods. He then started to touch me, fondled my breasts. I wasn’t very comfortable, but I don’t know maybe my body gave in. Then I said “no, I don’t want this, we shouldn’t do it.”  I was a kid, I remember I couldn’t be very assertive and he took advantage of that. He just kept going. I don’t know how I’m writing this right now. I’ve never told about this to anyone. Matter-of-fact, I’ve tried so hard to forget about it, I’ve probably done a good job, I don’t even remind it to myself anymore. He had sex with me, it was painful and I tried to stop my screams. In my mind, I was too pressurized with the want to “fit in, be wanted”. After he was done, he stayed the night. I stayed up all night. I was dazed, confused at what had happened. I didn’t know what to do. I remembered he had used a condom so I hoped I wouldn’t get pregnant. I broke up with him a couple months later. And it took me a couple years to realize that what had happened was that, in fact, I’d been raped. Now that I look back, I think, perhaps I could’ve stopped him, perhaps I could’ve just not let him in to my house. What if that incident hadn’t happened to me? Now they’ll always remain the “perhaps”, and “what ifs”


Gender: Female
Raped/ Attempted: Attempted
At the age: 13
Raped By:  Neighbor
Location: House
Reported (yes/no): No.
Frequency: 1,
Any other similar incident: No.
If gets to meet the rapist in everyday life? Yes/No:  No

Story

We used to live on a same flat with a TV room shared by both family. It was during school vacation. Both his and mine parents were in office. He was an only child and may be of 15 or 16 of age. I have my elder brother and sister but I don’t recall where they were at that moment, may be playing somewhere outside the house. I was watching TV, some Indian soap opera. He came in the room after playing and sat beside me. We had some normal conversation, like he said to change channel, i denied and asked him to play outside and let me watch tv alone. He suddenly pushed me and i fell on the ground. He came over me and before i could push him away, he held my hand and tried kissing on my lips. I kept turning my head left and right, in order to avoid his kiss. I kept on telling him to leave me, and started crying. But he was stronger than me, and i was not able to release my hand from his grip. I started using my legs, tried kicking him, i used all my energy. I kept on trying to release my hand, kept turning my head and kicking him. Luckily I slipped my hands from his grip, pushed him away, and ran to my parents room and locked the door. I was so terrified and cried my heart out, and slept off in my parents bed. I woke up only after my parents came home and knocked the door. I couldn’t tell them what exactly had happened, i wasn’t able to understand myself and didn’t have enough guts to speak up. The hardest part was to continue living with that same guy under the same roof. After that day i only watched TV when at least someone was in the house and most of the days i used to insist my parents to take me office with them. The perks of being a youngest child, they never denied. I kept wishing for school to reopen quickly, so that the incident where i had to interact with him or at least see his face would decrease, because of homeworks and weekly tests. We kept living on the same for another 6 months and they shifted in the other house. The effect of that incident become severe as i grew up. Even though they shifted but were on the same colony and every now and then, i have to pass by him. And that unashamed devil, used to call me and ask how i was. I never replied to him, and tried my best to avoid him. Every night i used to plan in many ways by which i could kill him. Until i didn’t pass my SLC, the same thought used to come in my mind. I never trusted a guy, and didn’t have a single guy friend during my school days. I have few now, but still have a big trust issues. After SLC i came to KTM for further studies, and in the process on settling in the new place, that incident and his face faded from my mind. I say to myself that i have moved on, but still i haven’t been able to share this story to any of my trusted friends. I don’t watch TV even now, thanks to Youtube, I don’t feel the need. And it might be the side effect of that incient, i cannot befriend any mongolian, girl or guy (that guy was a mongolian). Trust me when i say this, i might have mongolain on my fb friendlist, but not a single one in my close circle. Now when i hear the rape cases so frequent, i feel so guilty. If only i had reported it that day, may be some other girls would have been safe. He may have tried the same with others as well, thinking whatever he would do, girls will remain silent.


Gender: Female
Raped/ Attempted: Attempted 
At the age: 7
Raped By:  Not disclosed.
Location: Relative’s house.
Reported (yes/no): Yes.
Frequency: Multiple
Any other similar incident: Not disclosed.
If gets to meet the rapist in everyday life? Yes/No:  No

Story

It might shock you to know that I wasn’t only molested by male but a female too. She used to work as a maid in my neighbor’s place. She used to touch and rub my private parts and used to ask me to do the same with hers. I was hardly 5-6 years that time. Then later I’ve been victim of such molestation so many times In my life sometimes by my own people and sometimes from outsiders. I was lucky enough not to be raped. I somehow managed everytime to escape though it used to haunt me every single night when I understood what happened to me years or months back. When I wasn’t even able to understand that the things that were happening to me were even right or wrong. But somehow I felt that it’s not right so was able to escape from there each time.



Gender: Female
Raped/ Attempted: Attempted 
At the age: 11
Raped By:  Not disclosed.
Location: Uncle’s house.
Reported (yes/no): No.
Frequency: Multiple
Any other similar incident: Yes.
If gets to meet the rapist in everyday life? Yes/No:  Yes.

Story

(I was barely 8-9) : My dad’s co-worker used to touch me all over and kissed me on lips all the time. I didn’t talk about it, because no one taught me to.

(I was 10)My relative pulled my pants out when I was sleeping. Touched me all over.  I pretended to be asleep because I was so scared. Someone knocked on the door. He stopped. No one ever knew. I didn’t talk about it because no one taught me to.

(I was 17) :I was coming back from my tuition. A group of guys made a fake crowd and groped me. Made me touch their dicks. Someone heard my screams, they ran away. I didn’t talk about it because everyone got irritated when I tried to talk about it.

(I was 19): I was drunk.  I liked a guy. That guy thought it was okay to kiss me, get me to a hotel room and fingered me. When I asked him, he said I directed him. I had not. But he acted like I did. I couldn’t talk about it because no one taught me to.


Gender: Male
Raped/ Attempted: Raped
At the age: 8
Raped By:  Cousin brother.
Location: Home.
Reported (yes/no): No.
Frequency: Multiple
Any other similar incident: Same person.
If gets to meet the rapist in everyday life? Yes/No:  Yes.

Story

He was my cousin brother around 10 years older than me. Used to come our house. One day I was sleeping and at midnight I was awake. He was playing with my personal organs. I was scared but he did it forcefully.


Gender: Female
Raped/ Attempted: Raped
At the age: 4
Raped By:  Uncle (far relationship).
Location: Home.
Reported (yes/no): No.
Frequency: Multiple
Any other similar incident: After I became victim on my small age which went unheard One of my relative whom I though “nice brother” tried to raped me after I had my first menstruation. At that time, I was maybe studying in grade 6/7.
If gets to meet the rapist in everyday life? Yes/No:  No.

Story:

I didn’t know what was happening with me when I was little. My reproductive parts are still unhealthy because of that case. When I grew up I understood that it was the attempt of rape. That uncle whom I still hate to see though we are of same family tempted me by giving lollipop. I still recall those scary moment how he called me at his home and gave me lollipop and told me to lay on bed. T.V. was on. How could that little girl sense that he was taking advantages of her? I lied on bed and watched t.v. I felt pain but lollipop was on my mouth. He told me to keep quiet and I did. Maybe I had fear. I didn’t tell to anybody. But later on I started to have health issues on my vagina and I don’t remember how and what I told in my house. And I didn’t remember it until next attempt of rape happened to me. It was summer vacation. I went to one of my relative house. And my mistake was to sit on far yet close relative of that time. I denied to sit there but I stayed there thinking positively. I stayed up one night on the same room where that guy slept. We had very good relation of brother n sister until that. On the second day, I slept early and I didn’t know when he slept next to me. I woke up in the middle of night and realizes some one is touching on my vagina. I was blank. Thinking that if I cried , he might killed me. Saw on movies* I was literally numb. didn’t know what to do. He was running his fingers and touching my vagina. I had shared him that I recently had my first menstruation. That was scary night. He jumped above me and I took a long breathe and he moved away and pretended as if he was sleeping. I hate him and his family. I told about this to my family but they still have connection with them. I wish I would have reported it to police


Gender: Female
Raped/ Attempted: Attempted
At the age: 7
Raped By:  Neighbor guy.
Location: Jungle.
Reported (yes/no): Yes.
Frequency: 1
Any other similar incident: No.
If gets to meet the rapist in everyday life? Yes/No:  Yes.

Story

I along with my frens were playing in jungle little away from our home. That sinner came, forcefully captured me and took my clothes off. My frens were scared as well but all of were very small and therefore could not resist much. It was jungle area so there was none in sight. I cried

and cried when he tried to penetrate into me. We then somehow escaped and I ran into my mom and told the entire story. Police came that evening and arrested him.


Gender: Female
Raped/ Attempted: Raped
At the age: 8
Raped By:  Uncle.
Location: Home.
Reported (yes/no):
Frequency: 1
Any other similar incident: No.
If gets to meet the rapist in everyday life? Yes/No:  Yes.

Story

I knew nothing about it before it happened to me. I had no idea what it was said for even months after the incident happened. We kids shared a room with our uncle cause we grew up with him, he was the one to teach me ABCD. And one night when my siblings were away from home and I was alone, he woke me up in the middle of the night and came to sleep with me. It was normal for me cause I used to sleep with him when my parents were away. But then he started undressing me and things happened all of a sudden. I had no idea what was going on. All i could feel was unendurable pain and a giant body pressing against me, suffocating me. After he was done he whispered in my ears “Don’t tell about it to anybody. Nothing will happen, you aren’t 20 yet”. What will happen if I am 20? What was it that just happened? Why am I not supposed to say it to anyone? I was too innocent then. Little did I know I was raped, that too by own beloved uncle who held my hands and taught me life.


Those bone-chilling stories above are the reality we live in but we don’t talk about.  Most of the rape incidents if you look at, perpetrators are no one but friend or someone from family or neighborhood and some cases, lovers.  These stories are not shared to amuse us.  They are shared so that we would introspect in individual level and in societal level and feel the untold and unreported horror and do the needful.




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  1. StopRapeCrime

    September 12, 2019 at 8:06 am

    Oh god, how can somebody aged rape a girl as little as 6, 7 or 8? They’re indeed disgrace to humanity. I only imagine the physical and mental pain these victims have had to go through. I have had heard the tales of pervert teachers as well. Awareness and education to the target group namely, parents, and girls in and below teen age, is very important, to curb this at least to an extent.

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Travel Story: Flying across the Malaysian Sky

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On 2015, January 23, we were about to board for the very flight which would change our entire life for the years to come. The sheer joy of new excitement and hard goodbyes to our families were still clouded while we were waiting for our flight.

We had our flight from Air Asia with 80 minutes transit in the airport of Malaysia. With all our fellow Nepalese brothers heading to gulf countries, we were the only one going to Australia. But none of us knew, even though the countries are different, we were about to fall into the same fate of labour.

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After about two hours, right when air hostesses started checking boarding pass for the flight lunch, one of the Nepalese guys started acting strange. At first, he was talking with the air hostess, tapping his pants all over around. But soon he started checking all the hand carries rested at the top of the passengers. My husband said he could be that one of the agent bringing workers in overseas and he added he is faking to his companions as though he had boarding pass for the lunch. I gave my quick glance to the guy with that shopping bag and to that supposed agent guy.

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Shocked and terrified, we pointed the direction where his group headed where he quickly ran to catch them. And we ran through the corridor of Malaysian Airline for one last time to change the fate of our promised life after that flight…




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Introspection Exercise I

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We all have our own share of strengths and weaknesses, flaws and gifts, carved by genes, stories, people, influences, experiences, exposures, and lot other factors, and that collectively defines us “Who I am” in individual level, an unique identity of self.



So, you too must have something in you, that adds onto a part of your identity…something that you are quite proud of.

Like for example,
“I cannot cheat, literally…that I like the most about myself,”
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“calm and chill nature”
“My confidence level”
My singing talent or ……etc

Anyway, hope you got the point.  so what is that thing about yourself that you like the most and you are quite proud of?  Drop your comment below.  🙂

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