When Weiland was 12 years old and living in Ohio, he says a “big muscular guy, a high school senior… [who] rode the bus with me every day to school… invited me to his house. The dude raped me. It was quick, not pleasant. I was too scared to tell anyone. ‘Tell anyone,’ he warned, ‘and you’ll never have another friend in this school. I’ll ruin your fuckin’ reputation.’ Adds Weiland, “This is a memory I suppressed until only a few years ago when, in rehab, it came flooding back. Therapy will do that to you.”The story was also picked up by the Huffington Post, and while I'd like to say that, between the two, most of the comments were supportive, there were far too many doubting the validity of his story and making jokes.
Really? Just, no.
I get that trolls will be trolls, but a lot of these comments weren't trolling, but what predictably happens when a man comes forth with a past history of sexual assault.
In the two short sentences quoted from the book, I think he pretty much encapsulated why men don't talk about abuse much.
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