You mean this one
https://rogyb.straw.page/ ? You may have taken it down but your rape stories have already been posted here and in
@SlayMonzter wall. Well here's the third one
When I was abused irl
I'm not looking for sympathy or hate in this page. But I want to let it all out: I've been sexually assaulted when I was training as a care assistant by three different men in Italy.
2008: I was young (20), dark-haired, full of dreams. I wanted to become a nurse, so I decided to train as a care assistant first in a care home.
He was 40, a well-loved physiotherapist. He was married and his wife was pregnant with twins.
He showed me pictures of his penis on his phone, asking for my opinion.
I was unimpressed and wanted to let him know that I didn't care, but he kept doing so.
One day he was taking the lift and I was passing by in the corridor: he looked at me in a predatory way and grabbed my arm, trying to pull me inside the lift. I went into panic and somehow managed to run away from his grip. I can still hear his depraved laughter as he was trying to pull me inside the lift.
After that episode I got fed up and really scared, so I decided to out him in front of my colleagues. Nobody believed me: they laughed at me and I remember feeling sick.
He was saying I was imagining things, yet he kept showing me his pictures after.
The same year my psychiatrist diagnosed me with GAD, bipolar disorder type II and paranoia. I never had the courage to tell her about my abuse.
Now... well, now he has another professional job, he's well-loved, his kids are teens... whenever he receives praise for something he did for the local community, I want to shout what he did to me.
If only they knew, if only those people who praise him knew...
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2013: This is even more embarassing, because it involved two residents.
I was 25, still dark-haired... and in love with EP.
They were fully capable, both physically and mentally... and they used that to abuse me.
I had failed to enter Nursing at University, so I went back training as a care assistant in that same care home. I was relieved when I found out that the previous physiotherapist had left, but my relief didn't last long.
E. and F. were two elderly living in that care home... no mentally or physically impaired.
At the beginning E. wasn't really talking to me, so I left him alone thinking that he wasn't used to new faces and needed time. Little I knew, he was eyeing me up and studying me.
Some days later I was helping a woman to walk to her room... and he was behind me.
I felt his hand groping my arse, saying: "Mi piace" (I like it).
I felt shocked, but I had the strenght to push his hand away and... I told him not to do that again.
He didn't listen, of course: the abuse quickly escalated. Days later I found myself pinned against a wall of an empty bedroom, while he kissed me, groped me, forced me to give him blowjobs.
E. abused me several times and I... I was scared to tell anyone. I was a care assistant, ffs... they would have thought that I was abusing the residents... but the truth was far from that.
E. forced a finger inside me too: I remember sitting in my father's car that night and feeling dirty, so dirty while he was getting pizzas for dinner. I never told anyone, not him... not anyone.
I wrote about this abuse on EP, trying to find comfort in strangers.
F. followed some time later. I don't know how he sensed that something was going on, because E. never forced me in front of F. Maybe it was because the two were always sat together during meal times, Idk...
F. did the same things to me: empty bedrooms, pinning me against the wall, kissing, forcing me to give blowjobs... he even asked if I was virgin.
I remember I couldn't reply, I was frozen and terrorised.
He proposed to pay for a hotel room... but luckily he didn't go through.
I left that place some weeks later and nobody, apart from online strangers, knows.
F. and E. might even be dead now, but those memories will haunt me forever.
