Violence vk. Against censorship: VKontakte refused to block a group about sleep rape. In my soul I carry this cruel experience all my life

We have all been repeatedly convinced that human cruelty knows no bounds, and our daily news is often the most eloquent illustration of this statement. And if to severed limbs or drunken fights with fatal Over time, we have become less emotional, but there is still one type of cruelty that makes the hair on your arms stand out. This is teenage cruelty. It does not have any specific reasons, very often it arises spontaneously, and both children from disadvantaged families and those who have everything become its puppets.

There is a reason for such a long, somewhat moralizing introduction here: the focus of our attention was the story of a girl from Moscow, who has not yet managed to get into any media. The girl is not eighteen, she was drunk by peers, and then raped in the toilet of one of the clubs. A familiar plot, isn't it?

This happened on the night of September 26-27 in the capital's RAY JUST ARENA club. The initiation of students of the Moscow Automobile and Highway State Technical University (MADI) took place there. A huge number of yesterday's schoolchildren, who had not yet become full-fledged students, shook their bodies, sweaty from the heat and drunk alcohol, to loud music. There were practically no adults among them, but hardly anyone cared about this, or what consequences such unhealthy parties could lead to. As a result of the last party, many interesting posts appeared in the “Overheard MADI” public page, talking about the not-so-good reputation of this establishment. Users talked about what happened that night, posted videos of drunken fights between applicants, but they did not pay attention to them, because it was focused on something more serious. Someone leaked a video online that clearly shows teenagers raping a girl in the toilet of this club.

Of course, everyone immediately divided into two camps: those who defended the girl, and those who shouted that “this is how sh**** [a woman of easy virtue] should do.” From the second group of people, no one could even imagine that no matter what qualities the victim had (and the girl is exactly that), no one gives the moral and physical right to humiliate her, much less force her to have sex. Of course, in this situation, “coercion” is putting it mildly. The video clearly shows the state of seventeen-year-old Alina (name changed), her weak attempts to resist and quiet cries of “no!” Nobody listens to her, the operator with his comments is not distinguished by his intelligence and intelligence, someone behind the scenes says that he is not against “trying a threesome.” That is, we are talking about the very present.

Alina, as we already reported above, is seventeen years old, she is not from MADI, but from the Moscow City Pedagogical University (MSPU), and an acquaintance invited her to the party. She couldn’t even imagine how such a harmless invitation would turn out.

After the incident, the girl tried to justify herself, wrote messages to public pages, but they entered into a furious debate with her, and then considered it an achievement to post a screenshot of her correspondence with the victim, where they threw mud at her. As a result, Alina simply deleted all her pages on social networks.

However, VSE42.Ru correspondents managed to contact the girl and find out how everything really happened. When we clarified whether she was the victim, Alina was very surprised: “This is the first time I’ve heard such an interpretation.” The applicant was simply hounded.

I'm not from MADI. I was invited to this club by my former classmate, who constantly harassed me at school. He filmed this video. They gave me something to drink... I drank three or four times in my life. It was my first time at the club. I don’t remember well how it all happened... But I know that two of them dragged me into the toilet, and the third stood behind the door and held it. The next day, a classmate from the left page sent me this video and demanded that I take obscene photos and send them to him, otherwise he would forward the video to my boyfriend. I said I'll see you at the police. After that, the video was sent to all my contacts and posted somewhere else.

Alina did not specify why she agreed to her classmate’s invitation: especially since the girl has a boyfriend. According to her, after the incident she only spoke to him on the phone. Other teenagers familiar with the situation say that the young man is now looking for offenders to punish them. Well, Alina doesn’t want to go to the police, despite our urgent recommendations. Her parents, who are aware of everything that happened, fully support the girl.

The evil irony is that on the night of September 26-27, when Alina was raped in a club, a similar situation occurred in Pskov. Three teenagers invited two girls to a party at their home: one of them was thirteen years old, the other was fifteen. The fifteen-year-old was given drink, then stripped and also subjected to violence. The teenagers took a photo as a souvenir, which they later posted on the Internet. According to one of them, the girl was in an inadequate state, which the young people took advantage of.

Everyone remembers the sad example of the “salt war”; at that time this story shook almost all of Russia. And everyone remembers how it ended. It would seem that it should become a lesson for the future for others, but it only became confirmation that no one learns from the mistakes of others: such cases are only becoming more numerous. We turned to practicing psychologist Irina Morokhina to find out where teenage cruelty comes from.

Unfortunately, there is a lot of violence in our society. And often it is children who become its victims. In almost every family it is present to one degree or another. There is even such a thing as “family violence”. They just start talking about it only when something like this, out of the ordinary, happens.

For example, today I was riding on the bus and saw a child playing some kind of Tamagotchi analogue on a smartphone. There you need to take care of your kitten, brush its teeth, comb its hair. And you can also punish a kitten, and then it somehow bounces interestingly. The child sat, furiously tapping on the screen to hit his pet. He didn’t stroke it, although there is such a function, but tapped it, it seemed funny to him. The boy was four or five years old, his mother was standing next to him, and she didn’t say it was bad.

The fact is that violence occurs with our tacit consent. We don’t interfere, we don’t stop him, but we pass by: they say, it’s none of our business. And this will always happen - figuratively speaking, due to the fact that we will never stop such a child. Therefore, I would like to remind you that children adopt the behavior of their parents, because they learn BY WATCHING adults.

In the end one could speak of an all-consuming (in)human indifference; that such an unhealthy trend in recent months is frightening and plunges into complete despondency, causes shock and disgust. But why? Everything has been said long ago before us. I would just like to end this not the most fun story by quoting Bernard Shaw: “The greatest sin towards one’s neighbor is not hatred, but indifference; this is truly the pinnacle of inhumanity.”

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The administration of the social network Vkontakte refused to block online groups whose participants openly discussed rape in their sleep. In particular, men shared advice with each other on what medications would be more effective in “putting their partner to sleep” in order to have sex with her while she was “passed out.”

Several members of the feminist public VKontakte, specializing in gender equality, filed complaints against the Sleeping Sex group, which openly discusses violence against women in their sleep, writes Wonderzine.

In particular, men advise each other what drugs can “knock out” their partner for the whole night, they post intimate photographs and videos of women in unconscious, and also publish descriptions of violence already committed against girlfriends and wives.

One of the participants of the feminist public turned to VKontakte technical support with a request to block the community, but she was refused. The social network explained that they did not see calls for rape in the group, and the video was allegedly staged. “Usually it’s just the concept of the video because some people get turned on by that. But in fact, these are actors and there are no substances there,” technical support explained to her.

Another girl, who accused the “Sleeping Sex” group of promoting violence, received the following response from the administration of the social network: “Propaganda is a rather vague concept. We can only take action when there are undeniable violations. For example, direct calls for violence have been published on behalf of the group.”

In the press service social network The publication was told that they do not support the discussion of such topics, but they cannot block the community, since this would be an act of censorship. “Torrents and LinkedIn, then, can be blocked as if there was nothing to do, but this is not, sorry...,” netizens are indignant.

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: I was raped three times, what should I do, how to survive the rape?
Hello! Now I'm 17 years old.
Four years ago, when I was in 6th grade, I was raped by five men. I was a virgin at that time, and it couldn’t even occur to me to have sex with someone, I was still very young (more psychologically than physically).

This happened when I was returning from school. Then I walked past the kindergarten, three men pushed me into a car, I struggled, resisted, two people were sitting behind me, just two men! I couldn't do anything!

They brought me to the house, I still tried to break free and run away, well, and nothing came of it, they dragged me into the house, there were two more there and three people came in from the car. When we entered the house, I remember how the two who were in the house said that everything is ready, let’s f... this sh....

I saw then, there was a camera there, they were filming everything! What the...? Well, that wasn’t the case, and probably still isn’t either (I began to doubt it, because so many people have already fucked me, although this is probably really true!). Then, realizing that something bad was about to happen, I asked God for only one thing: that they leave me alive.

This happened until late in the evening. They beat me and constantly said that I was a slut, a whore, etc. Although they saw that immediately after the first one stuck his hand in me... and brutally began to rape me, I began to bleed! They raped me very cruelly, thrusting two of their dicks into one hole at once.

It was, to put it mildly, terrible! It was very painful! I screamed, but they still continued! They tore everything apart for me! Then, when they finished, I still loved my life and probably still didn’t fully understand everything that had happened (I was in shock), I begged to let me go and they took me and threw me out of the car in the same place.

I remember the time (for some reason I immediately looked at my watch), it was 10:15 pm. I then decided that no one would ever know about it, and deciding that I would say and explain at home, I went home. And I didn’t tell anyone anything about what happened to me.

Returning home, I locked myself in my room and cried the rest of the night, the next day I went to school…. She behaved the same way as usual, laughed and talked to everyone. After some time, I recognized our director’s husband as one of those who did this to me.

I couldn’t stand it, without realizing it, I tried to commit suicide, I really didn’t understand anything at the time, everything was like a fog, I swallowed pills, they ate me as if they had pumped me out, and miraculously survived. In the intensive care unit, she tried to persuade me to be discharged urgently, I succeeded, the next day I went back to school, although they said that it was not necessary, although I should have, I still had to be examined both in the hospital and by a psychiatrist.

Time passed, the summer passed, on September 19, forcing me to transfer, the headmistress got rid of me, although she didn’t know anything, but she didn’t love me from the very first day she saw me (from second grade). Well, we don’t have to please absolutely everyone.

A lot of time has passed since then, but I still cry at night, I have matured a lot.
Then, this same year, when I entered 7th grade, it happened again. Already studying at new school. Six of my classmates caught me in front of school and took me to the playground, they were not the same as I had seen them, they had so much cruelty and hatred towards me.

It’s a shame, but even against my peers I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t even run away. Although I tried and tried my best to escape. There were a lot of houses around, the windows looked out onto the site, people were passing by, well, no one even tried to do anything, it seemed to last forever. I was in incredible pain, not just physically. When they got tired or fed up, they ran away.

I then looked at my watch again, it was 15:15. I got dressed and ran home, where no one was there. And again I didn’t tell anyone anything. I began to be afraid to go to school, and that’s when the problems with school began.

Then it happened again, at the beginning of 2014, when I was returning alone from Epiphany service. I am such a fool, not wanting to wait for anyone, I went alone, well, the thought could not even occur to me that this could happen again, and even more so on such a night!!! Then there was one rapist, I resisted, but it didn’t help me!

I became pregnant after the first, after the second and after the third rape. Caused miscarriages. I knew that murder was not a solution, well, there was no one nearby, not for the first, not for the second, not for the third time, who would support me and help me make the only right decision.

I have huge problems at school now, one of the deputy directors helped me transfer to the next grades, the director was helpful, but in the 9th grade I was not allowed to take exams due to absenteeism, now I am in the 9th grade for the second year, and it’s also not I attend school.

They wanted to transfer to an evening school, but it didn’t work out; there turned out to be a group of 23 boys, one class, the director didn’t advise anyone who wanted to transfer, they were afraid. For some reason it’s difficult for me to be at school, not because I’m stupid, I’m not stupid at all, I’m studying in courses where people with two higher education, rarely anyone with one, I have time to keep up with them, I visited a lot of other places, but for some reason I run from everywhere.

Although there are problems in finding common language, and with children, and with peers, and with adults, does not arise. I guess I'm still trying to run away from myself. I draw beautifully, I have a very beautiful voice. But I don’t even want to go somewhere again or return, I don’t want anything.

To date, I have been able to tell three people (three women) about what happened; I only told one about all three rapes. They are not psychologists, they couldn’t help me, although that one person tried, thanks to her I probably didn’t fall into depression then.

I don’t know what to do, I constantly eat, because this way I forget about my pain at least for a while. I feel dirty. I lost faith in God immediately after the third rape happened. Faith helped me a lot, I just couldn’t go crazy.

Now I have health problems, I think because of my nerves, although before I even got a cold about four times a year. I don't want to live. It hurts me very much, very much! I’m even tired of crying now! But when I cried, I felt a little better. After the first rape, I never sincerely smiled again, I wasn’t happy about something, I outwardly put on a mask and smile because I just have to, so as not to offend, but in my soul, as they say, cats are scratching and my eyes are almost crying, this no one sees, yes, and thank God!

There are many, many consequences. By some miracle I’m still holding on, I’m trying to hold on. The Lord does not give me trials beyond my strength, which means I have enough strength to withstand and endure everything. But I can’t cope without help, it seems to me.

Oh, yes, I know a lot of psychologists, well, I don’t trust any of them, and I don’t trust my mother or grandmother. Yes, and my psychologist friends often need help themselves, so I help them, it’s unlikely that they can help me (it seems so to me).
I apologize for the mistakes! For the details! For the trouble! Thanks in advance for your answer!

What should I do if I was raped, how to survive rape?

Hello, Katya!
To survive rape and cope with psychological trauma (post-traumatic disorder), get rid of depression and continue to organize your life, you need the direct help of a teenage psychologist or psychotherapist.
This is not one consultation, this is a course of psychotherapeutic measures.

Of course, such things as rape, even if attempted, must be immediately reported to parents, psychological support services (helplines), see a doctor and report to the police. Rape, especially of children, is a serious psychophysical injury and a serious crime...

One cool autumn evening, my friend was celebrating her anniversary and for this occasion she booked banquet tables at a nearby restaurant. My friends and I were of course invited. The party was not themed and everyone could come in whatever they wanted, I put on a tight dress and heels, in my hands I had a clutch with a phone and keys to the apartment.

I arrived at the restaurant a little late because after work I had to pick up my son from kindergarten and envy him with his grandmother. When I arrived, all the guests were already having fun and greeted me cordially, I noticed at our tables, in addition to my friends, there were two guys I didn’t know, whom I was later introduced to. The evening was fun, there were many different competitions and drawings. We danced until we dropped. After it was well after 12 and everyone was already pretty drunk and tired, I began to notice that one of those guys who was initially unknown to me began to pay attention to my friend and she took them for granted, despite the fact that she was at home husband and child were waiting. She danced with this guy all evening and then, in a mysterious way, they left the banquet.

The banquet lasted until five in the morning, since I practically don’t drink alcohol due to my health, I was the most sober in this restaurant and I was already tired of looking at drunken, slobbering faces that no longer knew what to do. I was getting ready to go home, I wasn’t scared because the lights were on all over the street and the restaurant was a 10-minute walk from my house. I approached the host of the banquet to warn her about my desire to leave, she did not let me go alone and told the second guy, unknown to me before, to go accompany me and then he had to come back, I did not resist and allowed this man to accompany me Moreover, he worked with my friend for more than one year.

We walked home a short distance from each other and talked about what was happening at the banquet. Having reached the house, I told him to go back and I would walk the remaining couple of entrances myself, he seemed to go towards the restaurant and I moved towards my entrance. Having reached my entrance, I went into it and heard that someone had run in behind me, I was confused and was about to run up the stairs to the second floor to my apartment, but I felt that a strong man’s hand grabbed me by the jacket and pulled me back, I tried break free and turned to face the person holding me, and then I saw that it was the same guy who escorted me. I asked, “What are you doing?”, he began to unfasten the belt on his pants with one hand and held me with the other, and no matter how I tried to break free, I couldn’t. He unfastened his belt and fly, then reached into his pocket and took out a folding knife with the words “If you scream, I’ll cut your throat,” I could only remain silent and be patient.

He took out his device and began to massage it, bringing the knife to my throat, he began to slowly lift my dress, I tried to twitch and he pressed the knife harder to my throat, I felt a warm trickle of blood flow down my neck. He turned my back and began to pull down my tights and panties. His words still ring in my head: “Don’t strain yourself, just enjoy yourself and don’t twitch, then you’ll stay alive.”

He began his business, he did not do it like a maniac, there were no sudden movements, but I was disgusted and unpleasant, tears were flowing down my cheeks and there was already dried blood on my neck. He continued his movements for 5 minutes but for me it felt like an eternity. Then he stopped and finished his business with his hand on the floor and not on me, and this was at least some kind of easy moment (the realization that I could get pregnant from some freak did not leave me alone).

He put the knife away and told me to get dressed, then he left the entrance and left. I lowered my dress and wiped away my tears, picked up the clutch from the floor and ran up the stairs, afraid that he would return, I frantically opened the door and quickly went into the apartment, locking myself with all the locks, I went to the bathroom to wash everything off myself. I spent several hours in the bathroom, in a state of shock I got out of it and went to bed.

In the morning I was going to go pick up my son from my mother and take him to kindergarten, which I did. When I was getting ready for work, I didn’t know how to hide the cut on my neck, it’s good that it wasn’t deep and I just tied it with a silk scarf.

After work, I called my friend and, without telling her anything about the night incident, I began to inquire about this guy, it turns out that he quit his job and went abroad for permanent residence. I didn’t go to the police, I only went to the gynecologist and had a smear test for infections, it’s good that they didn’t find anything.