new years eve 1970 about 2 a.m.

As soon as I stood at the urninal-which was a long trough I heard the nazel voice come out of the dar and felt a slug against my face and as soon as I had been hit my legs were being grabbed-and I tried to kick and flail and was punched again. I felt my jeans being pulled off and the pain of the force of the penetration and as I laid there chest down in that urinal I could see the fat bald guy looking at the scene through a hole in the wall that had been crashed through .

I came to the next morning hearing my named being called . I was still laying in that urinal naked from the waist down and in pain from both my face and my rectum. I found my jeans with my underwear twisted into the legs across the room where they had been tossed.

Nobody asked me why my nose had blood dried in it and why I looked the way I did. I had urine on my jeans from just peeing as I was first slugged- peeing all over myself . I was just led out of the building and across a lawn to the building next door where I was seated on a long grey bench that seemed to reach the entire legnth of the hall I was in.

There was a tiny room across from me that had just enough room for a person to sit on the chair-and there was a partition in front of the chair and on the other side was a desk and a chair faceing me. I was called in there by a man in a shirt and tie-dressed in civilian clothes. When I saw him I thought that this was some one I could trust and who would understand there was some big mistake-he laughed a slight chuckle when he heard what happened after he asked why my face was so bloody. He told me to get used to it.

I was sent back to barracks D.

4 Responses to “new years eve 1970 about 2 a.m.”

  1. Diane Says:

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  3. Michelle Says:

    Hello,

    I came across your blog and am reading your posts and to be honest, it brings tears to my eyes thinking of how someone endured such horrors. I haven’t been sexually assaulted in my life but my male best friend had attempted. I felt distraught by what my friend tried to do, but I can’t even begin to imagine both the emotional and physical pain you must have endured all these years. It made me even sadder that the man laughed at you when you were in need of empathy.

    I’m thankful that you have been so kind and brave to post this traumatizing incident, and my hope is that reading this, people will understand that sexual assault is no laughing matter and is equally traumatizing for both men and women.

    • jayherron Says:

      Hello,sorry so long to say thank you,am at sea on a freighter ship-now in Malta,first internet in two weeks,bless you for your comment and please stay in touch,home in one month! peace

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