[Trigger warning: Domestic violence]
There was a night where I banked upon everything that my ex partner would not have the capacity to take our son’s life in the moments I could run bleeding, beaten beyond words and naked into the street at 5am screaming for help. I was lucky that I banked with the right bank that evening.
[Trigger Warning: rape, victim blaming]
15 years after I was raped, I finally let myself call it that.
[Trigger warning: domestic violence]
I escaped a violent marriage over 25 years ago, after nearly 23 “years of tears” (so named by my children).
[Trigger warning: Rape]
I’m an Aussie living overseas and was raped by a friend whom I very much trusted.
This is Kirstin Whalen’s story.
[Trigger Warning: Rape]
The reason that the following is more confession than affirmation is, allegedly, common sense. Let me clarify: I was raped. I didn’t talk about it. I was drunk. I was wearing a short skirt. And I was horribly, horribly ashamed.