I had a dream. I was lining up for
food/drink of three kinds placed on three separate tables. The offering was
salt on one table, tequila on the second table and lemon on the last. When the
line cleared up on the lemon table, I hurriedly went to it. Then suddenly, I
felt a sensation on my mons pubis, like somebody's touching, rubbing it. I woke
up. The feel of the hand that touched me still in my memory. When I opened my
eyes, room still dark, I saw a guy (whom I used to call tatay) beside the bed
squatting on the floor, looking at me. I quickly sat and screamed, "ano'ng
ginagawa mo?!” he calmly said, "umuungol ka, binabangungot ka.
tanga!", then motioned to stand up to leave. In my daze, I asked,
"bakit mo ko hinahawakan dun?!” in my half-awake memory "I think"
I remember him saying, "wala na kong mahawakan". Something to that
effect. Stunned. My phone vibrated. "gising ka na?" my jogging
buddy's sms. I replied to her and shared what just happened. I also sms'd a
couple of people about it.
I woke up/awaken 4:56am, her sms came
4:58am, my phone alarm was set at 5am. The four damned minutes that will
stretch to sleepless nights pillowed in fear.
Please don’t make me dream again.
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Since I just woke up, I can still remember
my dream and I know I was not having a nightmare. How can lining up for tequila
drink count as nightmare?! Unless they ran out of drinks. I didn’t reach that
part of the dream yet. So I am sure in my conscious state that I was not
"binabangungot".
And assuming I was, won't you turn on the
lights? Shake the person and act with sense of urgency? Not with calm, in pitch
dark and certainly not have time to reach for something below the belt.
Hindi ako tanga.
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I have been violated. In my mind I
rationalized, at least I was not raped. But that doesn't dismiss the fact that
the act happened. I have been violated. What’s more violating is that I have to
repeat the scene over and over in my head to dichotomize what's dream and
what's real.
Since what happened close between my legs
happened between my asleep and awake moment, the memory gets blurry the more I
recount it. My first sms of it was the freshest memory of what I think actually
happened. The more I try to recall, the more I am unsure. Was it a dream? But
he was right there when I woke up! Was I sure? I can faintly remember him
removing his hand. But can't determine with certainty if I actually saw it
touching my body. But the sensation of the hand invading my body haunts me no
end.
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What I think happened made me doubt my
worth. Like am not worthy for anyone anymore. :(
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I initially wanted to tell my sisters and
mom. My mom was out on vacation then. But then, since I am uncertain of the
details, I don’t want to cause uproar over something unclear. Thus, I figured
it best to confront him about it. Was meaning to catch him, but he's often
drunk if not locking himself in their room. I talked to my mom about them and
she said, the man apologized to her from their last fight and have been kind to
her. My mom was obviously happy of the change. I wouldn’t want my mom's
new-found happiness become short-lived over something I haven't figured out.
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Seeking the opinion of some people, I
thought am okay. Like we've bled the situation dry and am sick of it. But come
night time, I surprisingly get conscious of my sleeping position, pillows and
blanket to cover me. And without warning, my chest would tighten and my eyes
would well. I think I lost weight these past weeks with all the crying I did.
So much that when I saw an ex-ofcmate the other day, she exclaimed, "ang
payat mo na! anong nangyari sa yo?!" fuck her! I didn’t respond. But my
mind quipped, "mataba ka lang". I've always been slim so I dunno what
she's horrified about. The dress I was wearing must have made me look skinnier
than usual. Mental note not to wear that goddamn dress again.
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One morning when I decided to sleep longer
than usual (and be late at work) to make up for all the sleepless nights, I saw
a glimpse of him hesitantly at the door checking if somebody's in the room. I
know he usually turns off the lights in the house to save electricity. But
noticing that I was still in bed, he didn’t come close anymore. For a moment
there I felt a pang of pity for the man. I think he intentionally avoided me
given my reaction. And he appeared smaller than before. For once, I think I saw
him stoop. And I am sorry for him.
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I hate it that am soft hearted. And weak.
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After processing what happened for weeks and
still remain unsure, I have decided to stop this suffering and just let
go. Of the pain, the bad thoughts, of being a victim. I just woke up and felt
this surge of intensity to reclaim my life, my right to live it the way I want
it. I am ready to move on, not forgetting, but forgiving and being more careful
now. To forgive is to be free. And I am now free.
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In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire
goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human
being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner
spirit. ~Albert Schweitzer
During these past weeks of struggle, I'd
like to sincerely thank three people who've helped me find my way to sanity.
A - there are no perfect persons, only
perfect timing. Thank you for being with me immediately after. The whole day
adventure you dragged me into was just what I needed then. I know the madness
of a life I have is something remote to you, but still you tried. I think you
said it best, "Ano'ng magagawa ko?"
B - all I needed to say was, "can we
talk now?" and you said, "wait, will just shower" (even
though you haven't had a wink of sleep yet). Thank you for making it easy for
me, for not needing to laboriously explain. For combating my emotionality with
your cold case approach.
C - you are a living testament that I can
surmount this. Your encouragement and honesty helped me make sense of
what was wrong in my victim/loser-mode perception. I never thought I'd
say this, but thanks for that painful slap. :)
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I initially didn’t want to post this, but I
feel that others may have had the same misfortune. And so, this is me telling
you - you are not alone. And I am here
for you.