(January 11, 2016 at 4:27 pm)CapnAwesome Wrote:Especially given its in the middle of a anti-rape campaign. Still the details as I know them now, sound a bit more believable. Still, nine times, that's a little farfetched. Unless she lived in a warzone or something.(January 11, 2016 at 2:52 am)Irrational Wrote: According to?
Trained psychologists who have studied Rape Trauma syndrome and post rape behavior.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rape_traum..._responses
There is a lot in there to suggest it's unlikely that a girl who's been raped before, much less multiple times is probably not going to put herself in the situation that that girl put herself in. I'm not victim blaming, but that doesn't mean that you can't decide whether or not something is true or likely. Here is just a sample of common behavior of someone post rape trauma:
Quote: A common psychological defense that is seen in rape survivors is the development of fears and phobias specific to the circumstances of the rape, for example:
- A fear of being in crowds.
- A fear of being left alone anywhere.
- A fear of men or women. (androphobia or gynophobia)
- A fear of going out at all, agoraphobia.
- A fear of being touched, hapnophobia.
- Specific fears related to certain characteristics of the assailant, e.g. side-burns, straight hair, the smell of alcohol or cigarettes, type of clothing or car.
- Some survivors develop very suspicious, paranoid feelings about strangers.
- Some feel a pervasive fear of most or all other people.
Does that sound at all similar to going home with a guy alone and taking a shower with or close to him. I'm not saying it's impossible someone adjusts differently or that it's impossible, but with this specific case where we have only heard one side, I'd apply a healthy bit of skepticism.
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Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
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Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
