tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119939902012-02-10T03:36:34.195+03:00A real rape experience of Kuwaiti female who needs advise.Aishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154941257875869395noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11993990.post-1112953062349674862005-06-17T19:12:00.000+03:002005-06-16T19:13:19.516+03:00

I had told to one of my none-Kuwaiti friend about it while we were chatting on instant massages. Of course, she was shocked and angry. She said that explains everything, the way I act, think or react and she said “that’s why you don’t like to be touched too …”. I was surprised “me? I don’t like to be touched?” I never realized that until she mentioned it. Exactly, I don’t like to be touched by

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Weak Sad Depressed Angry Lonely Hurt Abused LostAfraid Mad Dirty Heartbroken Ashamed Mixedup Tense

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Sometimes, I think I am a drama queen because I stress my self a lot, and let this taking a lot of my energy and totally had changed my life… There are lots of different women had been raped and under worst conditions such as being raped by their father, brothers, uncles and so on... not as my case. But some of them are lucky because they have supporters, somebody listen to them, not afraid to

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Such along time after my last post... I am not sure to keep blogging my diary. It is not easy for me to write down my feelings or my thoughts. At least, I feel a lot better after my last post. I have been struggling through this alone and nobody by my side because I cannot tell about it even to my closest ones. I hate to read what I wrote "it hurts". Well, I will try to write about my past

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It was a week after my 18th Birthday. I never thought that event has changed my whole life, my personality, my spirits, my future, the way I look to the world. Even it's been few years, I still struggle to have clear thoughts and be focused in my life.He was my male friend, just a friend and no more. He was 25 years of age. I still don't know why he did it and what he thought of me. I am Middle

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