RE: Cosby Sentence
October 8, 2018 at 9:17 pm
(This post was last modified: October 8, 2018 at 11:16 pm by LadyForCamus.)
Sadly, this is what it’s come to, to get something through Huggy’s dense skull. I can’t let ShellB be all alone in her painful disclosure:
I went to a house party with my friends the year after I graduated college. I drank too much, threw up, and passed out in one of the bedrooms. My friends tried to get me to leave with them but I was too wasted. I woke up on my stomach, pants and underwear pulled down, and someone I couldn’t see pushing himself inside me. I yelled at him to stop twice, and he didn’t. I twisted around and looked at him, trying to push him off of me. He said: “you don’t even know what’s going on right now.” and stormed out of the room. I just wanted to go home, but the acquaintance who’s house it was insisted on calling the cops. I had no choice in this. I didn’t want him too. I just wanted to go home. I was basically forced to report it. My roommate at the time guilted me into driving all the way back the next day to give a formal statement at the police headquarters because she had suffered a similar assault in HS, and never told anyone. I wanted NONE of this. I did what other people wanted me to do. To this day I regret reporting it, because nothing came of my painful retelling of the incident. It accomplished literally nothing. If I could go back in time, I would have never told the police. The embarrassment, the shame, the questioning...was as bad as the assault. Up your nose with a rubber hose, Huggy.
I went to a house party with my friends the year after I graduated college. I drank too much, threw up, and passed out in one of the bedrooms. My friends tried to get me to leave with them but I was too wasted. I woke up on my stomach, pants and underwear pulled down, and someone I couldn’t see pushing himself inside me. I yelled at him to stop twice, and he didn’t. I twisted around and looked at him, trying to push him off of me. He said: “you don’t even know what’s going on right now.” and stormed out of the room. I just wanted to go home, but the acquaintance who’s house it was insisted on calling the cops. I had no choice in this. I didn’t want him too. I just wanted to go home. I was basically forced to report it. My roommate at the time guilted me into driving all the way back the next day to give a formal statement at the police headquarters because she had suffered a similar assault in HS, and never told anyone. I wanted NONE of this. I did what other people wanted me to do. To this day I regret reporting it, because nothing came of my painful retelling of the incident. It accomplished literally nothing. If I could go back in time, I would have never told the police. The embarrassment, the shame, the questioning...was as bad as the assault. Up your nose with a rubber hose, Huggy.
Nay_Sayer: “Nothing is impossible if you dream big enough, or in this case, nothing is impossible if you use a barrel of KY Jelly and a miniature horse.”
Wiser words were never spoken.
Wiser words were never spoken.
