TakingITGlobal - Panorama - Chivalry- A Dying...

Published on: Nov 9, 2001

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https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=132

Because most of my friends are female and I saw far, far too many of them get hurt through sex and relationships and swore that I would try never to be like that. Ten years on and it is a painful decision which has been tested on many an occasion, but one which helps define me, who I am, for all the sadness it brings. But the worse bit has been caring for others, for friends, for strangers. Seeing friends who think it is a great idea to get drunk because then they do what they want, or think that they want. Some I know have lost their self-respect, and find it almost scary that somebody might care for them. I am still hurting from one like that; whom I tried to help, but who has set her heart on that course. She hadn’t been abused before- but alcohol fuelled, she has since then on more than one occasion, and worse- she doesn’t know to what extent. No one can except the perpetrator. Upholding a code of ethics more akin to chivalry, I, and the few others left out there like me, suffer far more than our fair share of pain. Part of me wants to change. The other part is scared that if I give up, then one day there might be no one left to look after the others who get drunk, stoned, lost.

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by Maria Lanza
Published on: Nov 9, 2001
Topic:
Type: Opinions
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=132


Because most of my friends are female and I saw far, far too many of them get hurt through sex and relationships and swore that I would try never to be like that. Ten years on and it is a painful decision which has been tested on many an occasion, but one which helps define me, who I am, for all the sadness it brings. But the worse bit has been caring for others, for friends, for strangers. Seeing friends who think it is a great idea to get drunk because then they do what they want, or think that they want. Some I know have lost their self-respect, and find it almost scary that somebody might care for them. I am still hurting from one like that; whom I tried to help, but who has set her heart on that course. She hadn’t been abused before- but alcohol fuelled, she has since then on more than one occasion, and worse- she doesn’t know to what extent. No one can except the perpetrator. Upholding a code of ethics more akin to chivalry, I, and the few others left out there like me, suffer far more than our fair share of pain. Part of me wants to change. The other part is scared that if I give up, then one day there might be no one left to look after the others who get drunk, stoned, lost. « return.