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		<title>By: tinistini</title>
		<link>http://postsecretarchive.com/2010/01/when-i-was-in-junior-high/comment-page-1/#comment-10286</link>
		<dc:creator>tinistini</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2010 04:20:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was in high school, a guy I was dating hit me. I told my mom and she didn&#039;t believe me. I had to listen to her talk to him on the phone telling him how sorry SHE was for HIM that I even accused him and how much she would miss him since I ended it. Unfortunately, because it is within her character, she has done things like that many times in my life. Thankfully I am older now and her opinion doesn&#039;t matter as much. Good luck.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was in high school, a guy I was dating hit me. I told my mom and she didn&#8217;t believe me. I had to listen to her talk to him on the phone telling him how sorry SHE was for HIM that I even accused him and how much she would miss him since I ended it. Unfortunately, because it is within her character, she has done things like that many times in my life. Thankfully I am older now and her opinion doesn&#8217;t matter as much. Good luck.</p>
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		<title>By: Epical</title>
		<link>http://postsecretarchive.com/2010/01/when-i-was-in-junior-high/comment-page-1/#comment-10252</link>
		<dc:creator>Epical</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 09:14:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>:] You&#039;re not alone, you&#039;re never alone. I&#039;ve never experienced anything like this, but my mother was raped by her grandfather when she was five. No one believed her until he raped 5 other little girls and went to prison. Before I knew about it, I loved him like my own grandfather. He was very close to raping me when my father came home and punched him in the face.
The point is, my mother is still on antidepressants because of it. (She&#039;s 40 now) It&#039;s effected everyone&#039;s life horribly. Funny how one man can ruin hundreds of people&#039;s lives.
I don&#039;t know you, but I&#039;m sure you&#039;re a wonderful person. Never let anything like this bring you down. If they take advantage of you, instead of giving you the love you deserve, they never get to see at your best. It&#039;s their loss.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>:] You&#8217;re not alone, you&#8217;re never alone. I&#8217;ve never experienced anything like this, but my mother was raped by her grandfather when she was five. No one believed her until he raped 5 other little girls and went to prison. Before I knew about it, I loved him like my own grandfather. He was very close to raping me when my father came home and punched him in the face.<br />
The point is, my mother is still on antidepressants because of it. (She&#8217;s 40 now) It&#8217;s effected everyone&#8217;s life horribly. Funny how one man can ruin hundreds of people&#8217;s lives.<br />
I don&#8217;t know you, but I&#8217;m sure you&#8217;re a wonderful person. Never let anything like this bring you down. If they take advantage of you, instead of giving you the love you deserve, they never get to see at your best. It&#8217;s their loss.</p>
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		<title>By: frustrated</title>
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		<dc:creator>frustrated</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2010 15:05:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My son&#039;s biological father raped me when I was 15 - I don&#039;t know why but when I was 16 I forced myself to date him, and I got pregnant.  For the year in between I couldn&#039;t even think about him without getting sick.  He&#039;s never seen my son, who is now 7, and I will keep it that way until the day that I die.  I know it&#039;s not ok to hate, but that is one person I will hate for the rest of my life.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My son&#8217;s biological father raped me when I was 15 &#8211; I don&#8217;t know why but when I was 16 I forced myself to date him, and I got pregnant.  For the year in between I couldn&#8217;t even think about him without getting sick.  He&#8217;s never seen my son, who is now 7, and I will keep it that way until the day that I die.  I know it&#8217;s not ok to hate, but that is one person I will hate for the rest of my life.</p>
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		<title>By: LowCostLinks.com</title>
		<link>http://postsecretarchive.com/2010/01/when-i-was-in-junior-high/comment-page-1/#comment-10081</link>
		<dc:creator>LowCostLinks.com</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2010 19:14:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Kat</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kat</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jun 2010 08:45:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow I thought I was the only person w/ that secret. I was constantly being threatened he was going to rape me... I eventually just gave in and slept with him as well. Lost my virginity. One of the biggest mistakes I&#039;ve made</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow I thought I was the only person w/ that secret. I was constantly being threatened he was going to rape me&#8230; I eventually just gave in and slept with him as well. Lost my virginity. One of the biggest mistakes I&#8217;ve made</p>
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		<title>By: nobodyreallcares.</title>
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		<dc:creator>nobodyreallcares.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jun 2010 07:05:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i broke up with him the night he made me do stuff i didn&#039;t wanna do. he screamed and pushed and argued until i gave in.  he told everyone what happened, and left out the part i told him no over and over. most of my friends stopped talking to me and i fell into depression, didn&#039;t eat, didn&#039;t sleep. i felt so guilty and grimy. he came back and told me that what happened was my fault and i left the one guy who would ever &quot;love me.&quot; i was so upset i believed him. we dated for three months after that. every time we hung out the same thing happened and eventually i just got used to it. one day my best guy friend looked me straight in the face and said i was being used. woah. reality check. i broke up with him that night, and he was so mad at me the next day and yelled at me  in front of my entire gym class. i had a panic attack and fell on the floor. he told the guidance counselor of my high school things that weren&#039;t true, and i had to deal with teachers the rest of freshmen year. he told the few friends i had left &quot;you get what you want from one of them, and move on to the next. it&#039;s so much easier that way.&quot; and hooked up with my bestie. i can&#039;t trust anyone anymore. i don&#039;t like people touching me.  i refuse to ever love someone like that again. i can&#039;t forgive him and most of all i can&#039;t forgive myself. ever. i&#039;m a whore and a slut and it&#039;s horrible. i should be stronger than that but i&#039;m not and it breaks my heart.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i broke up with him the night he made me do stuff i didn&#8217;t wanna do. he screamed and pushed and argued until i gave in.  he told everyone what happened, and left out the part i told him no over and over. most of my friends stopped talking to me and i fell into depression, didn&#8217;t eat, didn&#8217;t sleep. i felt so guilty and grimy. he came back and told me that what happened was my fault and i left the one guy who would ever &#8220;love me.&#8221; i was so upset i believed him. we dated for three months after that. every time we hung out the same thing happened and eventually i just got used to it. one day my best guy friend looked me straight in the face and said i was being used. woah. reality check. i broke up with him that night, and he was so mad at me the next day and yelled at me  in front of my entire gym class. i had a panic attack and fell on the floor. he told the guidance counselor of my high school things that weren&#8217;t true, and i had to deal with teachers the rest of freshmen year. he told the few friends i had left &#8220;you get what you want from one of them, and move on to the next. it&#8217;s so much easier that way.&#8221; and hooked up with my bestie. i can&#8217;t trust anyone anymore. i don&#8217;t like people touching me.  i refuse to ever love someone like that again. i can&#8217;t forgive him and most of all i can&#8217;t forgive myself. ever. i&#8217;m a whore and a slut and it&#8217;s horrible. i should be stronger than that but i&#8217;m not and it breaks my heart.</p>
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		<title>By: elphie</title>
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		<dc:creator>elphie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2010 09:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m 16. I&#039;ve never been raped, but the first time I was molested was when I was 15. He said it was my fault. And even now I have a hard time around all but two of my guy friends. If anyone moves their hands too close to me, I immediately grab their wrist or hand or arm to try to get them to not touch me in any way, even if it is only to pat my back or grab my hat. My older sister abused my when I was younger, everyone was going through a hard time, and I was probably an annoying child. So I kind of understand why she did it. I just wish she hadn&#039;t. The other day in class I felt like I was going to have a panic attack because one of my friends grabbed me unexpectedly for a hug. I was struggling to get out of their arms but they wouldn&#039;t let go. It brought me right back to the night when a guy who was much bigger then me held me against the wall and tried to rape me. I thank everything that the cops came to bust the party next door and I screamed as loudly as I could. I&#039;ve never been raped. I&#039;m still a virgin. My friends make fun of me for it. But it&#039;s only because they don&#039;t know.. The past year I&#039;ve struggled with an eating disorder and depressing that led to self harm. I am not proud of myself. I wish every day that guys like that didn&#039;t exist. I know that it was my fault, but maybe if they weren&#039;t here ... idk. We&#039;ll never know.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m 16. I&#8217;ve never been raped, but the first time I was molested was when I was 15. He said it was my fault. And even now I have a hard time around all but two of my guy friends. If anyone moves their hands too close to me, I immediately grab their wrist or hand or arm to try to get them to not touch me in any way, even if it is only to pat my back or grab my hat. My older sister abused my when I was younger, everyone was going through a hard time, and I was probably an annoying child. So I kind of understand why she did it. I just wish she hadn&#8217;t. The other day in class I felt like I was going to have a panic attack because one of my friends grabbed me unexpectedly for a hug. I was struggling to get out of their arms but they wouldn&#8217;t let go. It brought me right back to the night when a guy who was much bigger then me held me against the wall and tried to rape me. I thank everything that the cops came to bust the party next door and I screamed as loudly as I could. I&#8217;ve never been raped. I&#8217;m still a virgin. My friends make fun of me for it. But it&#8217;s only because they don&#8217;t know.. The past year I&#8217;ve struggled with an eating disorder and depressing that led to self harm. I am not proud of myself. I wish every day that guys like that didn&#8217;t exist. I know that it was my fault, but maybe if they weren&#8217;t here &#8230; idk. We&#8217;ll never know.</p>
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		<title>By: Haley</title>
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		<dc:creator>Haley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2010 03:35:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You&#039;re an incredible person.</description>
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		<title>By: Jace</title>
		<link>http://postsecretarchive.com/2010/01/when-i-was-in-junior-high/comment-page-1/#comment-9929</link>
		<dc:creator>Jace</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2010 03:34:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I think &quot;used like a hole to fill&quot; is pretty explicit in describing rape. Some women don&#039;t like the word. &quot;Used&quot; is a common substitute for it.

Even if she wasn&#039;t raped, that comment was still insensitive. I&#039;m sure she would prefer being a virgin to what happened to her.

Please, Lunatik, correct me if I&#039;m wrong. You&#039;re the one that lived through that.

Even if it wasn&#039;t &quot;rape&quot; sexual abuse is not worse than being a 32 year old virgin.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think &#8220;used like a hole to fill&#8221; is pretty explicit in describing rape. Some women don&#8217;t like the word. &#8220;Used&#8221; is a common substitute for it.</p>
<p>Even if she wasn&#8217;t raped, that comment was still insensitive. I&#8217;m sure she would prefer being a virgin to what happened to her.</p>
<p>Please, Lunatik, correct me if I&#8217;m wrong. You&#8217;re the one that lived through that.</p>
<p>Even if it wasn&#8217;t &#8220;rape&#8221; sexual abuse is not worse than being a 32 year old virgin.</p>
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		<title>By: Michael</title>
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		<dc:creator>Michael</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 18:33:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It was his fault, since he agreed to the act as well. In fact, being an adult, he would have legal liability for having sex with someone who had no authority to do so.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was his fault, since he agreed to the act as well. In fact, being an adult, he would have legal liability for having sex with someone who had no authority to do so.</p>
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