A cunoscut un bărbat pe internet și în scurt timp și-au dat întâlnire. Doar că la scurt timp după ce s-au văzut, Takara Allen, 22 de ani, din Australia, a primit un mesaj șocant din partea bărbatului.
„Nu vreau să par un ciudat, dar te-ai gândit vreodată să îți albești pielea? Ai fi mai frumoasă dacă ai fi mai albă”, i-a scris bărbatul.
„Am fost devastată, nu-mi vine să cred că cineva mi-ar propune așa ceva. Am început să plâng de frustare. Nimeni nu mi-a mai sugerat așa ceva vreodată”, a povestit tânăra, potrivit Metro.
Însă, înainte de a-l bloca pe bărbat, Takara i-a dat un răspuns pe măsură: „Te-ai gândit vreodată să bei înălbitor? Lumea ar fi un loc mai bun dacă ai face asta. Arzi”.
Cw: rape Okay so I've been keeping this in for a while but I just saw an article from Gabrielle Union that has brought up something that happened to me in the past and I'm at a point now where I'm not afraid or embarrassed to talk about it anymore: At the beginning of 2015, I was raped. I had been out drinking and after just two drinks I started feeling dizzy and light headed. A girl who I thought was my friend took my keys off of me after telling me that I had just had too much to drink, and promised me that her boyfriend's friend, someone who I also thought I could trust, would take me home in my own car and make sure I was safe. I wasn't safe. My drink had been spiked. I woke up in an unfamiliar bed in the middle of being raped but was too disorientated to stop it. I remember all I could do was cry and say "stop" over and over. He didn't stop. The next day I went to the hospital to have a rape kit done and also made a police report that was not taken seriously as my rapist, the girl I thought was my friend, and her boyfriend all denied everything and told the police that they had heard me consent to everything. There were also no signs of a struggle to back up my claim as I was unconscious and was obviously unable to fight off my rapist. I was blamed for my own rape because I had chosen to go out drinking that night with people who I thought were my friends. I attempted suicide twice after that. I still have the scars on my wrists and I still vividly remember attempting to jump off the 6th floor balcony of my apartment, only to luckily be talked down by a very good friend. Towards the end of that year I took a trip to Bali with three of my good friends and while I was there I bumped into him outside a McDonald's where he tried to approach me before my friends stopped him and confronted him while I went and hid inside, shielded by some very lovely Balinesian men. I am so thankful they were there on that night. Seeing him again brought up all of the feelings of violation and anxiety and paranoia that I thought I had managed to get over but the truth is, I don't think you can ever get over being violated in that way... (Continued in the comments)