I believe this, as some posters have stated personal experience with it, but I’ve seen plenty of cases where people were actually convicted of rape or child molestation and were able to move on with their lives quite nicely. I have an extended family member who was convicted of rape, served a short prison sentence and is now happily married with a kid and completely accepted by his entire social circle as having just made a bad decision. My Mom’s second husband was convicted of molesting me, served his prison time, and by all accounts of those who have seen him around, is doing just fine. This wasn’t a grey area where his friends and family could claim he was set up – he confessed, he pled guilty, and he served a short jail sentence and has apparently suffered no real consequences for his actions.
So I guess my point is, there is another reality here, one that doesn’t get taken very seriously at all on the Straight Dope, and that is the fact that society is generally biased against the victim of these kinds of crimes. I know this because I have personally lived it.
When I was seventeen and a legally emancipated minor, I told a therapist, with the understanding of complete confidentiality, that Mom’s fourth husband had abused me (yeah she knows how to pick 'em). I did not want anyone to know, I just wanted to deal with it in the privacy of a therapy session. But the therapist was new and didn’t know what she was talking about, so she ended up legally obligated to report it, and my entire family reacted against ME – what an attention seeking, vengeful little whore I was, how much it was my fault, how I should have known better, how I was obviously insane. And no, I didn’t have a reputation as a trouble maker or a criminal. I was a straight-A student, obsessed with Jesus, and honest to a fault. It was both fascinating and devastating how quickly I lost my credibility in the eyes of society because of something I told a therapist in confidence.
About one week after I was forced to tell my family this awful thing and succeeded in pissing them all off simultaneously, a cop showed up at my door. I hadn’t called the police, but I guess that’s part of the standard procedure, I dunno. Anyway, I was seventeen years old, in my pajamas by myself at home, and this young cop shows up and begins asking me all these questions about what my stepfather did to me. This guy had to be five years older than me max, and I’m not going to lie he was kinda cute. I was raised to submit to authority, I believed I was required to answer any question asked of me by a police officer. I started to tell him, but the questions became more and more detailed, and I was embarrassed and so was he, and finally I just looked at him pleadingly and said, ‘‘Do I really have to talk about this?’’ And he said, ‘‘No, you don’t have to file charges.’’ So I didn’t. He was just as relieved as I was.
So every time I hear a story about a victim retracting her statement about a rape or sexual assault, I think about that moment, standing alone with this cop who was my age and completely unprepared to deal with the concept of sexual trauma, and about me, being forced into disclosure before I’d barely started to deal with it myself, and I think about the fact that nothing that happened to me would have ever held up in court, I think about how the only proof I have about what I endured is the fact that I still don’t sleep at night, ten years later, and I think about how my grandmother still invites this guy over to her house for dinner. I remember all the harassing phone calls I received from my mother about how self-centered I was to destroy our family, I remember her sobbing about how she just wanted her family to stay together… and I don’t, forgive me, I don’t… immediately come to the conclusion that because it didn’t hold up in court, the victim must be lying.
And every time I hear these rants about how biased the system is against men, I’m not gonna lie, it cuts like a knife. It hurts all over again. Because that’s not the reality in which I live. I live in a world where people will do anything necessary to a victim in order to maintain a sense of order and reinforce their belief that the world is just. Even people who claim to love you will sell you out in a heartbeat if it protects their worldview, their sense of justice. I guess it’s something you have to live to understand.