My Relatives Raped Me 30-40 times, it Doesn’t Hurt Now

My Relatives Raped Me 30-40 times, it Doesn’t Hurt Now
                                 

One of the Indian journalist Rumela Chandra posted this article, and this is the very heartbreaking story. As she interviews a girl who’s name is (Shruti). She told that she raped by his relatives 30-40 times from the age of 7 to 20 years, and it doesn’t hurt now. She said, “ Now I don’t feel pain in my  vagina”.

“It’s been years. I don’t feel the pain in my vagina anymore.” 

"But why didn’t you tell anyone?”
“I was shocked. Mom used to see me bleed, but she never did anything. So, I thought it’s something to be done regularly. I was 7 then. I am 20 now.”
“Since then?  till you moved out? Every day?"
 “Almost, till I planned to move out.”
As we were sipping on some bimbo chat (lemon tea), I looked into her eyes. She had no expressions. She didn’t really care much about it. I grabbed her pack of smokes. We shared one. I noticed a faint smile on her face.

“You know, every in that family tried to touch me – Mama (maternal uncle), Kaka (paternal uncle),  Masa (maternal aunt’s husband). But, but Baba(Dad)…… “

“What? What did he do ?”

“He didn’t stop them”

She opened her purse to buy candy floss. I could see condoms in her purse. I didn’t ask anything, I knew she’d tell me everything. After all, she was going to be engaged to my brother.
“He didn’t stop them because he wanted to earn without working, and I was the only option for him. He didn’t let any other man touch me but my relatives, and he claims that with pride.”
“Why the hell didn’t  you go to the police, Shruti?”

“Because when I tried doing something, I was asked how my breasts had been grabbed and I was asked to demonstrate and then………..”

“And then?”

“I was asked to strip and show them the marks.”

I noticed tears rolling down her eyes.

Shruti is one of the most overexcited women  I have ever come across. She 's always smiling and always jumping, and always smoking. Always with no gaps.

“And then?”

“Regularly hot aya hai no. Hot gay (Because it would happen regularly, so it kept happening). I crossed puberty. My school was very strict and I had no friends. Kisko bolti (who would I have told)? My own parents betrayed me. You think my school would have helped me?”
“Look, I am going to write for this site that’s going to publish this story. I want you to tell me everything so that we can stop another Shruti.”

She paused. Lit another smoke, gave on to me.

“I was 7 when I was raped. My mother served him tea in the very room. My dad took money from him,  I was in pain. Something below my stomach was paining and I couldn’t understand anything. The next day, Mama (maternal uncle) had come over. I was so happy. He entered my room with duties and raped me just like Kaka did. He held my breasts really hard and then inserted his fingers inside me. The pain was unbearable.
I wanted to run away; I was crying and screaming. He penetrated something and I felt like I was dying, and then I was lying on the floor, naked. My pet, Tito, licked my head and arms and sat there, without barking. This continued. Just because they wanted to derive pleasure, I was raped by Kaka and Mama on the very same day, just before my exams. I bled for days. Eventually, I didn’t  feel the pain anymore. Their penises became familiar and friendly, yet so unwanted. I was ready with my legs spread and my clothes off. Baba and I hardly spoke then, I couldn’t tolerate them. In fact, I was pregnant and was asked to choose an abortion. Obviously! “

“How are you now?”

“ I am awesome.  I am getting married which was something I always wanted to avoid. A man fell in love with this torn body which has been used in every way by many men. Sex, not love. Now, I am getting the love I deserve and that makes me smile. I have left them now. I live with my friends and  I am happy.”

“Why don’t you file a complaint against them?”

"I can’t. Baba is involved. Let them be. I am strong enough to stop another me, police kya care gi? Just like you are penning down and recording (my story), others will too and this will spread. Laws in this country will not help you, you can help yourself, you can help others and authorities will not do anything.”

“What are your plans in the future?”

“Hahaha. I am going to complete my degree here. Get married, continue my studies abroad and then work with Raj.”
“How many babies do you want?”

“ I can never have kids. I have complications. I have been raped more than 30 to 40 times. I can never have babies, but I want to adopt as many dogs and cats as possible and live………….. happily.”

The pack of smoke was finished. We exchanged a very deep look. I hugged her  and she left for work.She has grown up with men in her family exploiting her body in every dirty way possible. No, it is not that she is not raising her voice against them, she is doing the necessary by talking to people who are willing to share her experience. But she doesn’t wish to penalize them because she loves her parents.

Shruti works with NGOs now and is studying psychology.
She is  smiling but do we really know how loud her screams for help are behind her smile? Can we see the pain behind that smile?

This post originally appeared on this website rise for India.

Last words
This story is real, when I was read this story tears comes from my eyes, and I wanted to write this article for us that we should raise our voices against them. If you like my post please comment below and describe your feelings.