On the brain…

I think I have rape on the brain. There have been a couple of sad incidents to bring it to my attention and I just had a dream about it. <:( The dream was based in my old house (they usually are). I was having a birthday party. My guests were arriving and I saw someone I'd never met. I didn't have many guests so I didn't think they'd brought him and I hit him because I thought he was a rapist. Turned out he was just looking for candy so I apologise and talked to him for a bit. We were in my room and about to exit when a big guy stepped out and I screamed "Rapist!" and he said "You bet :evil:." He grabbed the new boy and I couldn't do anything about it so I ran to call the police. I first gave them my address and then told them what was going on and the woman on the phone asked "Is she moaning?" I said "No, it's a he and he’s whimpering and wailing.” What the heck kind of question was that?!
I heard some people arriving by which time the big guy was done and just walking out of the house. I grabbed a stool and started beating him over the head, to little effect. There were reporters outside and my friend Nat came. In real life she’s a physiotherapist but in this she was a sort of health assessment lady, including getting called out to emergencies where people’s physical and mental health was in jeopardy. The reporters outside thought the rapist was the victim so I went out yelling “Rapist not victim, rapist not victim!” No one seemed to care, I couldn’t even see the police.
Mum and Dad didn’t seem to want to get their hands dirty, they were being very withdrawn about the whole thing and let the boy lock himself in the bathroom, not to be seen by anyone.

Then I woke up. I feel a bit disturbed. I know it wasn’t real, where as the story that

The girl was leaving a park at about 12:55 p.m. Wednesday with her 7-year-old brother when a man grabbed her from behind, pulled her to the ground and raped her, police said. Their mother had left them alone for a few minutes to return home and turn off the kitchen stove

made me want to vomit. The story I’ve linked to isn’t the original one I read, I didn’t know the assailant was mentally ill. I won’t even try to start on the mother, I’m sure she feels like dying because of what happened.

Hubby and I watched a JAG episode, Nobody’s Child, about a five year old girl who was beaten to death.

I always felt like it was a cop-out when my Mum wouldn’t let me do things. She used to say “I trust you, I just don’t trust other people.” I used to feel “Well, obviously you don’t trust me.” but I think I understand now. It doesn’t matter how sensible that little girl was, she could have looked both ways and held her brother’s hand to cross the street, she might not have spoken to strangers but still someone grabbed her and hurt her. 🙁