I Get Raped Everyday!

Supriya Chinthamaduka
Posted July 19, 2016 from India

I was happy being born a girl still unaware of the threat to a woman in this world!

Everybody smiled and gave me love in my childhood. I was happy or May be i was still not in a state to differentiate those who loved and those who raped!

Changes to my body were unknown to me until the world outside me saw me differently. Walking on road was difficult as people stared at me, no, not me, stared at my body wrapped in a knee length school frock. I was helpless! I got raped!

Whistling and Singing were their birth rights. Following and Commenting were their daily tasks. Shopping was my favorite thing until people dashed and touched my breasts in a crowded street. I was helpless! I got raped!

Commuting was my daily routine but in a packed bus made it worst. If i was standing, people smash and touch. If i luckily get a seat, people who stood beside lean in such a way that their parts touched my shoulder. I was helpless! I got raped!

Yoga was my hobby for the season. Upon asking to show me some poses for a healthy woman, my respectable tutor took me to a closed room and made me lie down. His hands on my stomach travelling upwards.. Made me horrified and made me ran. I was helpless! I got raped!

In search of a job i put my personal details in the application form. The person makes a call and asks me unrelated questions and the gift i get for not answering is I do not get that job. I get one job and i try to learn the things. In the name of teaching the job, a senior in the office smiles at me and touches his parts.I was helpless! I got raped!

Corporate is a world where all are equal. Even in a bus all were equal and you could sit where ever you want. But if a man wants to sit in between two women and moves his hands in the name of a candy crush.. oh my corporate i cannot bear this indifference. I was helpless! I got raped!

In spite of all this, my inability to share these even with my own mother made me brutally raped!

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As small drops form a large ocean, these small instances when ignored turn into bigger threats. Speak up! Raise your voice!

I know there are many good men in this world but i also know the kind of men i mentioned. Written from the instances that happened to me.

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Upasana Chauhan
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016

OMG!! .. Supriya .. Thanks for the courage to share your story. You have just taken a step towards your freedom from your bad memories. I am very sorry to read what happened with you. I can completely relate and understand your pain. The culture we are born and brought up in is not a supportter for girls who would take a stand for themselves. But it's never too late to finally take a stand for yourself because this is a never ending and everyday issue that we face. So next time if anybody even tries to look at you just get up and look straight into his eyes and tell him to watch himself else you are going to complaint. This is what exactly I did when I just joined Corporate world. Once there were 5 guys who would everyday come and Rape me through their eyes standingn next to my cubicle. I would get very scared and concious. Until one day I finally stood up and called out the Leader of this gang and told him straight " Next time I see you or any of your gang members looking at me or my even my cubicle or even if I see any single one of you around me, l am taking this to HR. Let me remind you with my one compaint I have power to get all of you sacked." That's all it took. He panicked and started making all silly excuses. After that Day, even if he saw me from a distance, HE would change his path and not me. All it takes my friend is a NO to take any shit from anybody. NOBODY is more important than you and your Self Respect - Not even your own FAMILY sometimes. 

Because each and every one of us succumb to the YES everytime to avoid any controversies, WE SUFFER. That's why I have started a campaign "SayNOtoYESGIRLS". Where we all together stand with each other to say NO to that YES GIRL inside every one of us who succumbs to the death of her respect and to avoid any controversies. Getting liked by everyone is NOT important. Taking a STAND for yourself is MORE important.  

Love and Hugs my Shero :)

Supriya Chinthamaduka
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016

Thank you Upasana.. This means a lot.. Yes i have read about your campaign and i like it.. All the very best for you..

Tamarack Verrall
Aug 05, 2016
Aug 05, 2016

Dear Supriya,

Every time a woman takes a stand and names sexual harassment for what it is - a form of rape - she in her strong statement makes it easier for the next woman to stand strong and call it out as well. We are not warned that this will happen as we become women. We are dismissed or chastised for saying such ugly things, for focussing on the "little" instances and being "negative". But you have named these many forms of sexual abuse for what they are. Rapes. And you have eloquently described how women are affected, often without realizing why they go through life feeling afraid, or unsure of themselves, or negative. And why they have not been accepted in jobs despite being excellent workers. And then the added insult and psychologically confusing experience to be assaulted by a yoga instructor, or spiritual leader. Women reading this piece will have the knowledge that none of this is ok, and none of it their fault. The blame is set where it belongs, and the changes that are needed clearly outlined. Thank you for speaking out.

In sisterhood,

Tam

Supriya Chinthamaduka
Aug 06, 2016
Aug 06, 2016

Thank you so much Tam.. World Pulse has given me the strength and comfort to speak out..

Kratika Sharma
Oct 04, 2016
Oct 04, 2016

Dear Supriya,

You give us the courage to speak up and rise and then only will be able to fight and rebel.

Thanks for sharing your story that motivate us to not to keep silent.

Cheers to your courage,

Kratika