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Thanks Roose. You know through our many chats that I've always considered you a friend.
This is horrible! I feel so bad for these young men. I can only imagine that the shame and stigma of rape for a man is even more intense than it is for women.
I can't believe they cops can't find a common denominator between five victims. That is highly unusual for a serial rapist. If he doesn't have a clearly defined physical type, then there is usually something else. Like maybe they all use the same mechanic, went to the same high school, played on the same traveling soccer team.
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Rapist Preys on Men in Houston Area
By JOE STINEBAKER, Associated Press Writer
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HOUSTON - A rapist who preys on young men has struck five times in the Houston area since mid-September, and police said Monday there may be even more victims, but they are too ashamed to come forward.
The rapist typically stalks, robs and sexually assaults his victims at gunpoint, apparently choosing them at random and attacking them near or inside their homes, police said. The most recent attack was Nov. 30.
"I wish we had a link between the victims, because we might have a better chance of catching him," said Lt. Richard Whitaker of the police department in Baytown, where two of the attacks took place. "We don't have any affirmative links at all."
He said some victims may be reluctant to come forward because of their ages and "a pride thing" that makes men more reluctant to acknowledge being the victim of a sex crime.
Investigators believe that rape is the motive, even though some victims were robbed. DNA testing is under way in an effort to identify the attacker.
In some cases, the attacker approached his victim outside their home. Other times, he broke into the home.
"I think he just sees one that he prefers, and then he begins to follow them and gather information, finding out where they live and watching their house," Whitaker said.
Victims have described the attacker as a clean-shaven black man, 18 to 21 years old, 5-foot-6 to 6 feet tall, with a shaved head.
The victims have all been men in their late teens.
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Hi Lex,
I wish that I would have seen that thread back then. It took me over 20 years to get professional help. I had even told myself that I had worked it out inside myself. After it came back out during a marriage counseling appt., I was referred to therapist that specialized in helping rape survivors. I became active in a Mens survival group. I found that the more I forced myself to look back, the more details and feelings I was able to recognize, the more I could associate them with problems that I was still having and was able to work through them. Maybe some day I'll go back to that thread and relay my experience. Sometimes though, I start feeling like if I talk about it too much, folks will think that I am just doing it for sympathy.
side note..I just found that I had to go back and replace all of the places that I wrote the word "you" with "I". Still some denial I guess?
Hi Naughty,
I sincerely hope that I can express my words in a way that is not demeaning to others, but yet expresses how I felt as a male adult victim.
Among the other guilt, and confused feelings, I had the overwhelming fear of "If I could not protect myself, how am I going to protect my family?" As men, we are brought up and taught that we are expected to be the "Man of the house", the protecter of our family". As an adult male, when you "feel" that you have "allowed" someone to violate you (I feel different now, from years of therapy), that is yanked away from you. I was only 20 at the time, and didn't have a family yet, but knew that I wanted to in the future. I was scared to even think about that part.
I don't in anyway, want to lessen the reality of the trauma that a woman goes through. In fact, as unreal as it may sound, I experienced it through my own Mother. A few years later, as she was alone finishing the final preprations for my sister's wedding reception, a man under the guise of wanting the preachers phone number, entered the church, and as my Mom was writing the number down, attacked and raped her. This strengthened my fear, as I blamed myself for not staying behind with her. I once again failed to be the protecter. My feelings for her abuse were sorrow, and guilt, and right or wrong, that she was a "victim", a woman who was at the mercy of a stronger disgusting man. I didn't expected her to protect herself, I expected that someone (me) should have been there to protect her.
I agree with you regarding one being as bad as the other. The sexual abuse of children, adult women, or adult men, are all disgusting, traumatic, and have lifelong effects on each victim. Some of these feelings and effects are the same, as any of us who have went through therapy have learned. However, I believe that there are feelings, and unfortunately stigmas that get attached to a person that are based on the age and gender of that particular victim. I hope and believe that, that is what some of the "genuine" responders were trying to express.
I have a very strong hatred for rapists of anyone!!
Just read the thread and break the silence.
I actually think that a male being raped is worse than a female being raped. As a man, you are raised that you are the dominant species of society. To be raped, molested, taken advantage of, etc. is the ultimate contradiction of all that you are taught and thus you are left with much confusion and misunderstanding. You can feel inadequate and less than a man. In some cases, I'm assuming you can even feel less than a woman, because like novice was saying, "Why would a man come after me?" I haven't been molested by a man, so I can only try to imagine how that can feel. Sometimes things can just be distasteful to you afterwards.
I (...wow. Who woulda thought?) I have to come clean and admit to myself as being a victim of child molestation. And not by a man, but by women. Multiple women. In different situations. For a good part of my childhood. I, for the most part, have attempted to rationalize by acting as if it were something that I didn't mind happening. But I was really too young to have wanted anything to happen. To be completely honest, I didn't really know what I was doing. On multiple occasions in my childhood, probably up to like age 8 or 9, I was told by different females to perform different sexual acts on them or to allow them to do certain things to me. Some were family members. Some people close to the family. Some people that my family just brought into the house for certain periods of time. Some people from the neighborhood.
And it didn't really stop until my parents got divorced. Not because my parents caused it. I don't think they really knew the extent of the stuff that happened. They still don't. They know about one time when my foster sister (older than me) messed with me. They found us on the floor and saw us roll under my bed still naked. And they pulled us apart. They didn't see the part where she pushed me down to the ground, ripped my pants off and mounted ontop of me. They thought it was something I initiated and they found it funny. I never talked about what really happened, I thought they thought it was fine and so I never mentioned it. And didn't want to. Then they told people at our church...which kind of left me devastated, because it wasn't the true story. People used to try to keep their daughters from me because they thought I'd do the same thing to their daughters. But it wasn't me. I didn't do anything.
And that was just one of the many times. And I used to look back and say to myself that I enjoyed it. But I didn't. I felt used. Like a tool. Like somebody's play toy. A dildo. As a child.
...I think I'll stop talking about this now, cause I'm sure no one really cares. I'm blabbering at this point.
Anyway, thanks Lex for that post "Break the Silence". I still don't know how I feel about telling my folks about all the stuff that happened to me though. Maybe it stems from those events, but I feel like they wouldn't really care that much. Probably think something is wrong with me.
Just read the thread and break the silence.
I actually think that a male being raped is worse than a female being raped. As a man, you are raised that you are the dominant species of society. To be raped, molested, taken advantage of, etc. is the ultimate contradiction of all that you are taught and thus you are left with much confusion and misunderstanding...
Just read the thread and break the silence.
I actually think that a male being raped is worse than a female being raped. As a man, you are raised that you are the dominant species of society. To be raped, molested, taken advantage of, etc. is the ultimate contradiction of all that you are taught and thus you are left with much confusion and misunderstanding. You can feel inadequate and less than a man. In some cases, I'm assuming you can even feel less than a woman, because like novice was saying, "Why would a man come after me?" I haven't been molested by a man, so I can only try to imagine how that can feel. Sometimes things can just be distasteful to you afterwards.
I (...wow. Who woulda thought?) I have to come clean and admit to myself as being a victim of child molestation. And not by a man, but by women. Multiple women. In different situations. For a good part of my childhood. I, for the most part, have attempted to rationalize by acting as if it were something that I didn't mind happening. But I was really too young to have wanted anything to happen. To be completely honest, I didn't really know what I was doing. On multiple occasions in my childhood, probably up to like age 8 or 9, I was told by different females to perform different sexual acts on them or to allow them to do certain things to me. Some were family members. Some people close to the family. Some people that my family just brought into the house for certain periods of time. Some people from the neighborhood.
And it didn't really stop until my parents got divorced. Not because my parents caused it. I don't think they really knew the extent of the stuff that happened. They still don't. They know about one time when my foster sister (older than me) messed with me. They found us on the floor and saw us roll under my bed still naked. And they pulled us apart. They didn't see the part where she pushed me down to the ground, ripped my pants off and mounted ontop of me. They thought it was something I initiated and they found it funny. I never talked about what really happened, I thought they thought it was fine and so I never mentioned it. And didn't want to. Then they told people at our church...which kind of left me devastated, because it wasn't the true story. People used to try to keep their daughters from me because they thought I'd do the same thing to their daughters. But it wasn't me. I didn't do anything.
And that was just one of the many times. And I used to look back and say to myself that I enjoyed it. But I didn't. I felt used. Like a tool. Like somebody's play toy. A dildo. As a child.
...I think I'll stop talking about this now, cause I'm sure no one really cares. I'm blabbering at this point.
Anyway, thanks Lex for that post "Break the Silence". I still don't know how I feel about telling my folks about all the stuff that happened to me though. Maybe it stems from those events, but I feel like they wouldn't really care that much. Probably think something is wrong with me.