and I figured in a small town, word would get around as to why. I've only spoken to a few people about my issues from being raped more than six years ago. Yes, I'm aware that rape counseling might help, but even after all this time, I can't seem to make it to those meetings. Although since I was a girl, a teenager, a young gal and now older, just not OLD, I have been violated. I know all of this to be very common. And I always bounced back from those previous violations. I've lost my trust. I'm still in a healing phase? But as feminine as I still remain, I'm still pursued and I just can't take the first step with a man;conversation is strictly platonic, and the moment I receive the flirty eyes, body language or he comments on how beautiful I am, and oh so sweet, easy to talk to. I find some reason to run away. It doesn't help, that the man who violated my person, did the same to both my sons, in which they didn't tell me until after "I" was raped and hospitalized. They are doing very well. I put all my time and energy and court appearances in, on their behalf but the man went free(???) But the counceling and spiritual aspect of my strong stance, pulled them through and they walk solid ground. So why, now, that I have the time and found a place to hopefully heal, can I not dare speak out-loud. I have never spoken to anyone about the details aside from a rape counselor a day after it happened. I feel frozen, and don't even have friends anymore for lack of socializing. I'm glad my boys are adults now. But I won't even get close to a woman in possible friendship because I know it will expose me to men. I don't hate men. And I have great memories of other relationships with men, platonic and serious. I'm not gay, which I hear can happen to some women after such evil-doings. But I'm straight. How do I take the first step. What is the first step? Well, it's almost time for this weeks rape-counceling meet, and I can't get past my front door. And what do I say to people as this continues? They are only neighbors, but still they all gave up on trying to get me over for that cup of coffee, or Friday night feast. That's when the nastiness began. I was never rude, just always a no show.Whispers, and gossip I catch..."Why is she always alone?" "She thinks she's too good for us" Or the most famous one of all, "she never comes outside, and why does she walk like...?I don't catch the rest. It is mostly women that do the chatting. Am I suppose to send out flyers to the neighborhood, or an add in the paper that reads 'Hey, I'm a frigid witch, don't mind me!' No, I'm not sick, atleast not physically. PTS, yes, but don't go around shouting that from the mountain tops. And, don't feel sorry for myself, but the pain feels like a knife, the length of my body, just chopped into me, and every time I try to take a step forward, the knife pushes deeper inside.