Has anyone read Rosemary McCabes blog post "Why I did not report my rapist?" ?
It's been widely shared on facebook today and other platforms so I'm assuming she's ok with it being discussed.
It feels to me like a widening of the definition of rape to include sex that she did not refuse for politeness sake as opposed to the more traditional notion of rape as sex she was too afraid or too intimidated to refuse.
As a woman I find it really troubling, not only the content but the comments in response on twitter and on the article where scores of women almost universally respond with tears and praise for her bravery in sharing the story and an "it happened to me too". There's no acknowledgement of nuance in the situation or even somewhat glaring issues with defining it as an assault. It's aim is to highlight sexual abuse and assault but it feels like it's actually devaluing it to something relatively banal and easily preventable. This new consensus would damage men, women but very much so victims of abuse too.
To me the story was a cautionary tale of the importance of taking responsibility for yourself and your decisions, we all make mistakes after all particularly when we are young, but it is important we learn the right lesson from them. I haven't had sex when I didn't want to but I've made mistakes when I was too immature to cope with a relationship, I've even gone out with someone I wasn't into lest I hurt his feelings by rejecting him. I look back now though and see that was my problem, I was the only one responsible for not taking care of me regardless of my motivation. I find that idea empowering, it means I can now change my behaviour and be safer even if I'd rather never have the awkwardness of a "sorry I don't feel that way about you" chat.
I was wondering if the responses on facebook and twitter etc are representative of the general opinion on this so I'm asking you all for your opinions.
This is the story she posted of her rape :
He and I had known each other a few weeks – we were in college together – and had kissed a handful of times. The weekend before, after a drunken night in a neighbouring apartment playing cards, we had ended up in bed together. Afterwards, he told me he’d been hoping this would happen – he really wanted to cuddle and I felt really uncomfortable.
I had recently broken up with my boyfriend and, I think, in that moment I realised that he was a rebound. I liked him a lot, but I didn’t really fancy him, and I most definitely didn’t want to go out with him. I was kind of disgusted with myself – I felt like the evil men I read about in women’s magazines, who slept with women and then, once they’d “got what they wanted”, realised they weren’t that into them anyway. I felt guilty.
The following week, we found ourselves socialising with a group of friends in the local. I spent the night avoiding him; I was afraid he’d try to kiss me again, and I was too much of a coward to be upfront and tell him I wasn’t into him.
Later, back in our apartment, he and a few of his friends came back for more drinks. We all sat on our couch, drinking from glass bottles (remember when it was cool to drink those tiny bottles of French beer?). When it came time to go to bed – I was always one of the first to fold, which may be part of why I don’t really drink anymore – he followed me into my room and asked if he could kiss me. I was in my pyjamas.
Once again, I was too ashamed – of my own meanness to say no. I remember thinking, he’ll get the message eventually. We kissed. He tried to undress me. I said no. He tried again – my top came off. I told him I didn’t want to have sex. We kissed some more. He tried to take off my bottoms. I said no.
He wasn’t pushy – at least not physically – but he was stubborn. After several “no”s, I remember thinking, ‘it would just be easier to let him do it.’ So I stopped saying no, and I lay there, and he had sex with me. At no point did I shove him away, or scream at him, or tell him to get out of my room. (I wish I had.) I didn’t behave like a rape victim should behave.
http://rosemarymaccabe.com/i-didnt-report-my-rapist/