<p>Ok, I have a few things to say</p>
<p>On the issue of “Therapy”, so you you all understand my views of it. </p>
<p>Let me pose this. I am afraid to die. This fear started after I realized that I had lost my faith in the afterlife at the same time that I experienced a medical crisis. So now I think of the fact that I will eventually die, it likely will be painful, and medical care usually doesn’t help it (all statistically true, as well as what I’ve seen in the torturous and long deaths of my grandparents). Now, there are people I know who say “What’s the point of worrying about it, it’s going to happen no matter what”. One person said “Have you thought of therapy?”. Is a therapist going to dissuade me that I won’t die or that death will not be painful. So what is therapy going to do for me? I don’t need a paid friend to tell me what free friends can – you willl die and nobody will promise it won’t be painful and you just have to “hope for the best” that a doctor will control that (if one is present and if that doctor cares enough, euthanasia is illegal). </p>
<p>On the point of my daughter having known no nice men. Let’s put it this way. In those countries where women have to wear scarves, marriage is totally arranged, and women are killed for being out with a man not their husband, do you really think that those women “like men”? Do you think that they see men as benevolent and safe? Come on people. I didn’t choose my father. My mother did. But she saw a young man raised in an upstanding two parent family in the suburbs. She had no idea he’d be the way he was. My daughter did not choose her father. I did. Again, two (appeared to be) decent working parents to a son who was in high school, working, and dressed nice. Didn’t know that after I already loved him, he’d turn into a whacko substance abuser who’d spread his seed and then walk out on every kid he’d made. His brother and father both turned out to be sexual predators. My grandfathers are dead. My father is nuts. </p>
<p>In comes my husband, who is a loving man, and has been the only father since age 5. Loving and hard working, yes. Sensitive and considerate, no. What my daughter has seen is me working my tail off to work, raise kids, clean the house, manage the bills and appointments, help with homework, etc… My husband goes to work, comes home, eats the dinner I made, leaves it to be cleaned up by me, and then plays video games the rest of the night. Does it stink? Yeah. But my sister’s husband is the same way. Apparently so are a lot of women’s husbands on the net and Dear Abby. </p>
<p>And so my daughter made a comment that she would not put up with these things. Not only that, but my husband freely has admitted that he was a “pig” as a young man prior to meeting me. He admits that when he was a teen, he dated a girl for 4 years. She was initially a virgin, and would not have sex with him for the first 4 months. He admits that he was out screwing around the whole time he was saying “I love you” to her, waiting to get into her pants. And afterwards, he cheated on her everytime he went out of town with his cousins. He figured she’d never know. She found out two years after a cheating incident by a woman scorned, and that was the end of the relationship. When I met him, he was still pining over his stupidity a year later. Now just for the record, I actually do not believe that my husband has ever been unfaithful to me in our 12 years together. I’m the only woman who was ever his wife. Still, he has also made comments like “I was an awkward kid. But if I knew as a teen what I know about females now, I’d have tapped every one I could have!!” So I both love my husband and am repulsed by his alley cat attitude. I am sure my daughter is too. </p>
<p>Add to this the sexual attacks on females in my family. My mother was sexually attacked as a young woman by a very wealthy young man. My sister and I both were victims of molestation by a trusted old man when we were very little. My sister was attacked in a park on the way to the SAT exam, and narrowly escaped not being raped. </p>
<p>I held onto my virginity until I was 17. I cared very much for a particular boy, who was also my best friend. But after years of waiting, he made me feel undesirable on the wrong day. And so I called up another boy whom I knew was attracted to me and had also been my friend for the past 7 months (right in front of the other boy). Mind you, I did date other boys, but I would not sleep with them. I was “saving myself” for the best friend. But that day, I said that I had waited 3 years, and that if he didn’t want me, someone else did, and proceeded to go to that other boy’s house and lost my virginity. And yes I mean “lost”. The next day, there was a party where both boys attended. When the boy whom I lost my virginity to came in, he said to my “best friend” “Where’s all the females!” Needless to say I was humiliated and hurt. </p>
<p>So then I go to school, and I run into a boy whom I hadn’t seen in many months. I was very impressed with him, his big house, his rich parents. In the past, he had been my boyfriend, I had gone to his house a number of times, made out with him, and left. We never slept together. Then he cheated on me and I dumped him. Then we had sort of started to see each other again. Then I had to leave home and did not see him for months, no call or word from him the whole time. So I return to school and he acts like he’s missed me the whole time. I didn’t know what to say, I felt terrible that he was “waiting for me”. I admitted that I had lost my virginity to someone else. He acted shocked and hurt in the hall, and so I agreed to talk to him afterschool at his house. When I got to his house, he raped me in his mother’s bedroom. Told me afterwards that he had “made up my mind when i saw you in that skirt to have you once and for all” and “Don’t forget, my mother is a lawyer”. So I slinked off to my bus, went home, and tried to forget it. I did tell some mutual male friends, who did not believe me. I did call the cops months later, but it was too late.</p>
<p>Then in comes bio dad. Told me he loved me for weeks, was nice to me, made me feel wanted, seemed to come from a nice family. And what happens, he became abusive and I got pregnant. In fact, while I was pregnant, his new girlfriend would call me and tell me how he had just left her bed. I still took the jerk back “for the sake of the baby” to appease my Catholic upbringing. He became an abusive crackhead. Best thing that I ever did was to boot him out, go to college, and focus on raising my child. I didn’t date anyone until my husband.</p>
<p>2 years ago, my 16 year old cousin was drugged by her 20 year old boyfriend and they had sex without a condom. He actually dumped her at her doorstep, where she was in her room in a stupor for days. She didn’t even know she had had sex without a condom at the time. She got pregnant and her mother refused to deal with it. She ultimately gave the baby up in an open adoption, which has not really worked out for the girl. Some 39 year old “Christian” man on the internet, an EMT, and volunteer firefighter “took pity” on her and intervened in her “problems with her mother”. Next thing you know, this girl is now living with this man as his girlfriend. </p>
<p>Last year, my niece, same age as my daughter, was drugged and raped at a houseparty. She was upset over a phone call with her boyfriend. Her friends (a girl and a guy) suggested she lay down upstairs. The girl left to take a phone call, and the guy stayed, offered her some water. Which she took. Started feeling tired and off right away and the next thing she knew, he had raped her. Only told her mother 2 days later because her boyfriend made her go to the cops. I had to be at that hospital. She had not showered, had saved her underwear, and the advocate went on with “You did everything right”. Yeah. They cared about testing her for STDs and giving her drugs for that, but no morning after pill. We had to hassle for that the next day. Then at the police station, the cops turned it into “We get women like you every year who are mad at their boyfriends and make this stuff up” and yelled at her. Asked her what race she is (she is biracial). Totally humiliating experience. So the guy got away with this and has been in the paper a number of times for serving booze to underage kids, but that is it. Still in the neighborhood.</p>
<p>Does my daughter know of this stuff? Yes. But the facts are the facts. Should I paint a picture of pretty lies? This is our world. This is what the males in this world have done to the women that are in our family. The truth is the truth. What’s a therapist going to say “Don’t be afraid of males?” </p>
<p>Am I angry and fearful? Maybe angry that I was so weak and gullible as a kid. I am kind of angry at some of these pat responses of people who seem to deny that sexual assault and oppression of females occurs. Fearful that my daughter may encounter this problems? Yes. </p>
<p>I don’t worry about academics. My daughter is fit for college in the sense that she academically deserves to be there. She is on the high honor roll and is very involved in activities. It’s the people I worry about. I read the thread of the person who did not want to have a roommate. Can’t say I blame that person. I don’t buy into the need for that. When in your life will you “have” to live with a stranger? In real life, we can pick and choose who we live and associate with. I think that adjusting to more rigorous coursework and being away from loved ones is hard enough without throwing the need to live with a stranger into the mix. Unfortunately, the local colleges are inadequate and I will not have my child compromise her education because of other people. </p>
<p>As to the religious boy, I am sorry, but it is one thing to go to a dance as friends. But when you buy the girl her ticket, you are sending a message. When you escort her in on your arm, you are sending a message. When you do things like pull your underwear above your pants and show them off, that is flirting. When you give a girl a bible, saying that you only wish that she had a mustard seed of faith, and sign it “love”, that’s bound to leave a message. Couple this with treating her out to eat all of the time because he has a job, giving her gifts for her birthday and holidays… Look, her female best friend does not do this.</p>