Apa nggak ada yang bisa membawa Dipo ini ke psikiater. Keadaannnya makin parah aja.
Omogannnya makin kaco. Dia sudah bersedia kok berobat ke psikaiter, tapi kayaknya nggak tahu jalan. --- In [email protected], "ajeg" wrote: > > > Udah pasti kalianlah yang lebih rendah dari binatang. > > Binatang nggak bakal ketipu dirinya sendiri. Sebab, > binatang nggak bakal sedungu kalian yang terus berjuang > ngibulin diri sendiri. > > Kalaupun binatang bisa baca, mereka nggak bakal tergoda > sama judul berita doang. Nggak seperti kalian para dungu > yang cuma modal baca judul udah langsung kaing-kaing > kelabakan nggak karuan. > > Coba sesekali belajar baca berita yang bener. > > Boleh mulai dengan berita di bawah. Tar kan ketemu > yang kayak gini: > > "forcing their fingers inside me in every possible way" > > So, > > tangan lagi tangan lagi, ya blek? > > isep jempol lagi isep jempol lagi, ya plik? > > > --- itemabu2 wrote: > > > Hehehe.... kalo bilang orang2 Islam ini ternyata adalah binatang, > > itu merendahkan binatang, krn binatang itu kelakuannya ga sebejad > > orang2 Islam tsb. > > > > > > > > On 1/12/13, Bukan Pedanda wrote: > > > > > > http://natashajsmith.wordpress.com/2012/06/26/please-god-please-make-it-stop/ > > > > > > > > > natasha smith > > > Journalist > > > > > > > > > "Please God. Please make it stop." > > > Posted on June 26, 2012 > > > > > > I have been forced to leave Cairo prematurely following a > > > horrific sexual and physical attack in Tahrir Square. > > > > > > The atmosphere was one of jubilation, excitement, and happiness > > > as I walked, accompanied by two male companions for safety along > > > Kasr El Nil bridge. I had had an awful day, caused by problems in > > > personal relationships, so I was so happy to be in such a > > > wonderful environment, getting such amazing footage. Women, > > > children and fathers smiled, waved, and cheered happily at the > > > camera, calling out the widely used phrase "welcome to Egypt! > > > Welcome!". Fireworks lit up the sky. It was a moving and > > > captivating experience. > > > > > > Just as I realised I had reached the end of the bridge, I noticed > > > the crowd became thicker, and decided immediately to turn around > > > to avoid Tahrir Square. My friends and I tried to leave. I tried > > > to put my camera back in my rucksack. > > > > > > But in a split second, everything changed. Men had been groping > > > me for a while, but suddenly, something shifted. I found myself > > > being dragged from my male friend, groped all over, with > > > increasing force and aggression. I screamed. I could see what was > > > happening and I saw that I was powerless to stop it. I couldn't > > > believe I had got into this situation. > > > > > > My friend did everything he could to hold onto me. But hundreds > > > of men were dragging me away, kicking and screaming. I was pushed > > > onto a small platform as the crowd surged, where I was hunched > > > over, determined to protect my camera. But it was no use. My > > > camera was snatched from my grasp. My rucksack was torn from my > > > back it was so crowded that I didn't even feel it. The mob > > > stumbled off the platform I twisted my ankle. > > > > > > Men began to rip off my clothes. I was stripped naked. Their > > > insatiable appetite to hurt me heightened. These men, hundreds of > > > them, had turned from humans to animals. > > > > > > Hundreds of men pulled my limbs apart and threw me around. They > > > were scratching and clenching my breasts and forcing their > > > fingers inside me in every possible way. So many men. All I could > > > see was leering faces, more and more faces sneering and jeering > > > as I was tossed around like fresh meat among starving lions. > > > > > > I shouted "salam! Salam! Allah! Allah!". In my desperate state I > > > also shouted "ma'is salaama!" which actually means "goodbye" > > > just about the worst possible thing to say to a horde of men > > > trying to ruin me. I might as well have yelled "goodbye cruel > > > world! Down I go!" > > > > > > A small minority of men, just a couple at first, tried to protect > > > me and guide me to a tent. The tent was crushed, its contents > > > scattered into shards all over the ground. I was barefoot as they > > > stole my nice new shoes. I was tossed around once more, being > > > violated every second. I was dragged naked across the dirty > > > ground. Men pulled my blonde hair. > > > > > > The men trying to protect me tried to guide me into another tent. > > > I was able to scramble onto the ground.I sat with my back against > > > a chair and surveyed the surging mob. Although a few men tried to > > > form a human shield around me, offering me rags to cover my > > > bruised body, men were still able to touch me. There were just > > > too many. > > > > > > I felt surprisingly calm. I understood what was happening and just > > > transcended into a detached state of mind. I gazed around at the > > > bared teeth and raging eyes. The tent began to collapse and I was > > > cloaked in a huge sheet. I was struggling to breathe. One man > > > lifted a tent pole and attempted to strike me with it. > > > > > > At this point, I said aloud to myself, calmly, over and over, > > > "please God. Please make it stop. Please God. Please make it > > > stop." > > > > > > I'm not religious. But at times of desperation, we all feel > > > compelled to appeal to some higher power to save us. It's human > > > nature. The need to feel safe and loved is what compels many to > > > reach for religion in the first place. > > > > > > An ambulance forced its way through the crowd. It opened its > > > doors, and was invaded by tens of men. It closed up and drove > > > away. > > > > > > I began to think, "maybe this is just it. Maybe this is how I go, > > > how I die. I've had a good life. Whether I live or die, this will > > > all be over soon. Maybe this is my punishment for some of the > > > emotional pain I've caused others through some foolish mistakes > > > and poor judgement recently. I hope it's quick. I hope I die > > > before they rape me." > > > > > > I looked up and saw a couple of women in burkas scattered around. > > > They looked at me blankly, then looked away. > > > > > > After 5-10 minutes, my friend managed to convince people inside a > > > medical tent to form a pathway through the crowd to guide me into > > > the tent. During transit I was mauled and invaded. > > > > > > I reached the tent and saw my friend Callum. Muslim women > > > surrounded me and frantically tried to cover my naked body. I > > > fell to the ground and apparently temporarily lost consciousness. > > > > > > The women told me the attack was motivated by rumours spread by > > > trouble-making thugs that I was a foreign spy, following a > > > national advertising campaign warning of the dangers of > > > foreigners. But if that was the cause, it was only really used as > > > a pretext, an excuse. > > > > > > The men outside remained thirsty for blood; their prey had been > > > cruelly snatched from their grasp. They peered in, so I had to > > > duck down and hide. They attempted to attack the tent, and those > > > inside began making a barricade out of chairs. They wanted my > > > blood. > > > > > > Women were crying and telling me "this is not Egypt! This is not > > > Islam! Please, please do not think this is what Egypt is!" I > > > reassured her that I knew that was the case, that I loved Egypt > > > and its culture and people, and the innate peacefulness of > > > moderate Islam. She appeared stunned. But I'm not really a > > > vengeful person and I could see through the situation. This > > > vicious act was not representative of the place I had come to > > > know and love. > > > > > > After much heated debate, it was decided that Callum and I would > > > leave separately to avoid attracting attention. I was disguised > > > in a burka and men's clothes and ordered to hold the hand of an > > > Egyptian stranger who would pretend to be my husband. I was > > > terrified but I could see it was the only way out, and had to > > > decide to trust him. > > > > > > He pulled me through the crowds out of the back of the tent. He > > > told me: "don't cry. Do not cry. Look normal." > > > > > > I was barefoot, dodging broken glass and debris, trawling through > > > mud and dirt. My inner reserves of strength kicked in, and I > > > stopped crying and just thought "keep calm and carry on." > > > > > > My trousers had clearly belonged to someone much fatter, and were > > > falling down. > > > > > > I thought I was being led to an ambulance, or to hospital. The > > > man sat me down by the side of the road, still ordering me not to > > > cry. Eventually, his friends turned up, with Callum. They > > > explained that they couldn't take us to hospital since they might > > > be arrested if they were seen with us. > > > > > > One man helpfully suggested: "you want to go to McDonalds? Get > > > some food?" I declined this generous offer of culinary > > > compensation for the evening's events. Surprisingly, I wasn't > > > really in the mood for a Big Mac. > > > > > > Callum and I went on our way. We eventually hailed a taxi. Upon > > > reaching a government hospital downtown, we tried to explain the > > > situation. People stared at us blankly, sloping around the > > > corridors. We were turned away and told to go to a nearby > > > hospital instead. Nobody would take us; we just had to walk there. > > > > > > Upon arrival, I was eventually ushered into a small cubicle. Two > > > men asked "are you pregnant? Married? A virgin?" They seemed > > > displeased by my response of "no". > > > > > > They led me back outside to sit with Callum. I was refused > > > examination and treatment. Eventually I decided I'd just have to > > > check for damage myself. I went to the bathroom and couldn't > > > believe the reflection. I was dirty, wounded, with hair like a > > > tramp and eyes wide with shock. > > > > > > For 2-3 hours, people strolled past us, a couple of them making > > > vague attempts at phonecalls to the embassy. At every stage, > > > Callum did everything in his power to speed up the process and > > > talk sense into everyone. It was thanks to him that the people in > > > the medical tent saved me. He effectively saved my life. > > > > > > Somehow, we ended up with the embassy thinking we were at the > > > police station, the hospital staff not realising we were still at > > > the hospital, and the police thinking we were god knows where. > > > > > > I was sat in a room full of men. One of them seemed to be taking > > > a photo of me. I'm not sure why, as I wasn't exactly looking > > > glamorous. It all made my heart race. > > > > > > It was Callum's phonecalls (he had to use other people's phones > > > as both of ours had been stolen) that bore fruit. Finally our > > > friends turned up with a lady from the embassy. I was taken to a > > > private hospital where a doctor's first question was "are you > > > married?", which is of course the most important question to be > > > asking a victim of mass sexual abuse. > > > > > > He and a female nurse (who only reluctantly kept me covered up) > > > looked briefly at the damage and just wandered off, saying that > > > because I didn't have internal bleeding, they couldn't do > > > anything. A useful trip, that was. > > > > > > Finally, I was taken home by my friends, and put to bed. I didn't > > > want to tell my family right away, as I knew it would destroy > > > them. > > > > > > Yesterday, I had a proper examination and darted around sorting > > > things out, spending an eternity giving a police report. People > > > with me were reduced to tears, but I didn't real feel like > > > crying. People kept telling me "you're being so brave", but I > > > just felt like getting on with it. Maybe it'll catch up with me > > > in a few days, I don't know. > > > > > > A few things yesterday made me realise the impact this has had on > > > me. During the examination, which was carried out by a woman, I > > > was crying and shaking. To have someone touch me so soon after > > > the event was terrifying. > > > > > > Later, I couldn't bear to be around groups of Egyptian men. And > > > when it got dark, I panicked, and couldn't bear to look any man > > > in the eye. I clung to Callum all day. As we drove around Cairo, > > > I couldn't help but think "of all the people we've driven past > > > today, one of them must have been in that crowd of hundreds last > > > night. Just one." > > > > > > I am determined to continue with my documentary at some point. I > > > have no equipment, (not even any of my photos) am nervous about > > > the possibility of not getting my insurance to cover all the > > > equipment and everything taken from me, and no money to resume > > > the process. But I'll get there. I have to find a silver lining > > > to this experience. I have to spread awareness; it is my duty to > > > do so. I have to do this; I will not be driven into submission. I > > > will overcome this and come back stronger and wiser. My > > > documentary will be fuelled by my passion to help make people > > > aware of just how serious this issue is, and that it's not just a > > > passing news story that briefly gets people's attention then is > > > forgotten. This is a consistent trend and it has to stop. Arab > > > women, western women there are so many sufferers. > > > > > > I am determined to return to this wonderful country and city that > > > I love, and meet its people once again. I am determined to > > > challenge the stereotypes and preconceptions that people have of > > > Arab women back in the UK and the US. I have so much to say, and > > > I will say it, in time. > > > > > > So, to anyone taking risks, whether in the UK or worldwide, > > > please, take care, and don't make the same mistakes. Don't be > > > swept up in a wave of euphoria. Don't let anything cloud your > > > judgement. I was not focused enough because I was distracted by > > > the wonderful atmosphere which was cheering me up after a > > > difficult day. > > > > > > But don't let yourself become a victim. Don't let bad experiences > > > ruin your life and determine your future. One of the worst things > > > two nights ago was that I had never felt so powerless. I had no > > > control and I was violated. But now I can take control and > > > rebuild my confidence, and learn from my experience. > > > > > > Nothing, and nobody, will hold me back. When I'm ready, I'll > > > finish this. The show must go on. > > > > > > Thank you very much for reading. > > > > > > > > > > > > ------------------------------------ Post message: [email protected] Subscribe : [email protected] Unsubscribe : [email protected] List owner : [email protected] Homepage : http://proletar.8m.com/Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/proletar/ <*> Your email settings: Individual Email | Traditional <*> To change settings online go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/proletar/join (Yahoo! ID required) <*> To change settings via email: [email protected] [email protected] <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [email protected] <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/
