I do. It was a day my life changed, from that moment on, I was no longer an innocent moving through the world, I became a girl who had to constantly be on guard, aware, of her surroundings, of potential danger.
I can’t remember how old I was, I was under 10 years of age, that I know for sure. I’d had the birds and bees talk with my mom, so I knew about the birds and the bees, but up until that moment, I had never realized that one human being could force themselves onto another in such a deeply personal and intimate way.
It was such a profound, impactful learning, that I remember a lot of the details from that night. Somewhere during the early 1980’s. We’d been eating supper in front of the TV. Police File had been on. Remember Police File? They’d spoken of a man that the police were looking for in connection with a rape. I turned to my parents and asked?
I remember both my parents sort of side eyeing each other, so I knew it must be something awful!
They sort of whispered to me to wait until my younger brother had gone to bed and then they’d explain later.
Then they told me.
And as a girl, my life was forever changed.
I wonder sometimes what it must be like to be a man. To not have to worry about this heinous, hateful, invasive, degrading, hurtful, destructive, thing happen to you, every day. Don’t get me wrong. I am more than aware that men get raped too. But let’s be honest, statistically speaking, a woman has a far, far, far greater chance of being raped, something like 1 in 3 South African woman will be raped.
Look, I’m not a man, but after this whole Brock Turner disgrace, and reading all the articles and opinion pieces, I’ve become aware, that most men only really fear being raped if they’re sent to prison, that’s when it becomes a possibility for them.
I know it’s not like that for me. Is it like that for you?
From the moment my parents explained to me what rape is, I became aware, I became afraid. Every time I have to use a deserted or quiet public toilet, I fear being raped. Every time I walk through a darkened car park I fear being raped. Every time I go out for dinner with my girlfriends and drive home alone, I fear being raped.
The fear of rape is there every. single. day. of. my. Life!
I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where I didn’t have to have that very real fear?
I worry every day about my daughters. How do I protect them from this? Without buying into and perpetuating rape culture? How do I find it in me to steal their innocence? Because I know the moment I tell them about rape, it will have the same impact on me as it has had on every other woman, a life forever changed by the realization of what could happen at any moment?
All I know for sure is that rape doesn’t discriminate. You can’t say it will never happen to you. It could happen to you or me or, God forbid our daughters.
And that terrifies me.