A Long Road Ahead

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Sexual Penstration by state law states: “Sexual Penetration, 720 ILCS 5/11-0.1

"Sexual penetration" means any contact, however slight, between the sex organ or anus of one person and an object or the sex organ, mouth, or anus of another person, or any intrusion, however slight, of any part of the body of one person or of any animal or object into the sex organ or anus of another person, including, but not limited to, cunnilingus, fellatio, or anal penetration. Evidence of emission of semen is not required to prove sexual penetration.“ https://wecare.illinois.edu/policies/definitions/

My road began back in June. Where I came forward on here and said I was raped. To this day I believe I was. No matter how slight or major the rape was. Consent was never given. I learned recently that even with our privates touching before the act it was considered penetration. As I am dealing with this person matter, that came out. Back in June I knew certain details happened. As I had to go through them in every single detail with someone, things clicked. Things made more sense. Then this hit me with a ton a bricks. Dealing with this has made me numb. No it shouldn’t have mattered. When you look at legal paperwork. You see how the law sees things. Sometimes, that does change your views on things.

As I’m still dealing with this. Nearly 5 months has passed. I’m told this is normal. I still have a long road ahead of me. What I do know is i have had walk this long road already. With lots of bumps, cracks, and even deep ravines. Hopefully this road will end soon. I am told it will end will end soon. Each month I keep being told I am close to the end. It seems like I am further and further away. I know at some point I will see the end. Until then my shoes are worn and muddy. My hands and knees are scraped. Many tears have fallen. The numbness will soon go away.

Soon I will be able to update this with what kind of road I had to walk. How long it took me to get there.

update

The road I have been on has finally ended. With my knees under me. A much needed release. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to be here.


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