I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I had this certain insatiable thirst that brought me to do what I did. I’m somewhat remorseful for what I did to those girls, but I don’t think I could ever face them to apologize. That was my mask, and I was good at it, so good that maybe I convinced myself along the line that was who I could really be, and that may of helped me change, and stop doing what I did. I’m known for being a great guy, friendly and easy to get along with, a community/political activist, a fervent volunteer in the community, and a person who rises through the ranks quickly due to successes at work.
I’m ashamed of the person I was, if the people who I’m close to now knew who I was, I would be ruined. I am a post-colleged age male who raped several girls through use of coercion, alcohol, and other tactics over a course of 3 years.įirst off, I must say, I was at a dark and horrible place in my life, that I’ve since grown from. I highlighted some of the things that I found particularly striking in the text below.
This one was the one I found to be by far the most chilling. I spent some time this afternoon digging through the thread. So last night Reddit kicked off a thread that is equal parts horrifying and fascinating, the title line of which reads: “Reddit’s had a few threads about sexual assault victims, but are there any redditors from the other side of the story? What were your motivations? Do you regret it?” Of course, a crapload of rapists rushed over to tell their stories.