On New Year’s Eve, 1995, my husband’s and my life
changed forever. We arrived home at 2:00 a.m., only to find our precious
daughter, our only child, dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. Suicide!
What a horrible word! We never dreamed we would lose our daughter, and
certainly not to suicide! What would cause a beautiful 20-year old, majoring
in elementary education, in a top sorority, with lots of friends, lots of
dates and a beautiful voice to end her life? At first, we thought it was
because she had not recovered from having her boyfriend break up with her in
September. But four journals and entries on her computer told the story.
It turns out Kristin was one of many thousands of girls every year who
are victims of acquaintance rape. In 1985, a survey of 7,000 students at
Kent State found that one in eight were victims of rape. Every woman I have
talked to who is 40 years old or younger either has been a victim of
acquaintance rape or knows someone who has.
On August 4, 1995, Kristin went with a group of friends to watch movies
at another friend’s apartment. All the people went home, but Kristin chose
to remain. The boy was her friend of two years! She had no reason to worry.
But she was wrong. We don’t know what led up to it, but she wrote she felt
safe and trusted him ... then, he raped her. She told a good friend the next
day, but in spite of her friend’s encouragement, she would not go to the
police or a counselor and would not tell us. Her friend had been a suicide
peer counselor in high school and knew how serious this could be. Kristin
would not tell us because she felt we wouldn’t believe her, that it would
disappoint us, or that we would make her go to the police. (Experts estimate
90 percent of acquaintance rapes are never reported.)
Kristin wrote a “practice letter” to her boyfriend, saying she wanted to
tell him but was afraid of his reaction. According to her journal, she did
tell him, but he couldn’t deal with it and broke up with her. This may not
have been the only reason he broke up with her, but in her mind, it was. A
psychologist called this “secondary wounding.” She had suffered the trauma
of rape and then was abandoned by the love of her life.
Depression is a very common result of rape; Kristin was exhibiting
classic signs of depression, yet no one spotted it: fatigue; feelings of
helplessness; hopelessness or despair; loss of concentration; lack of
interest in activities; sleep problems (she stayed up all night and slept
until noon); constantly listening to sad music; and withdrawal. She was
missing classes and not turning in assignments, and her grades had dropped.
She had gained weight and was using laxatives. No one suspected true
“depression” except two sorority sisters. One, a roommate of Kristin’s, was
truly worried. She debated about calling us. She made an appointment to take
Kristin to the college counselor. When the time came, Kristin refused to go.
Her friend scheduled another appointment, but she didn’t make that one
either. Then it came time to come home for Christmas. Kristin put on quite a
front! She seemed happy. We skied, shopped, went to movies, went to church,
and she went out with her friends, a lot. Her friends here suspected nothing
— even her best friend who had been a peer counselor. That’s why Kristin's
death was such a shock to everyone — except that one sorority sister.
I am sharing this because I hope by telling Kristin's story that other
lives will be saved, and other young women will not be victims of
acquaintance rape, and that those suffering from depression, for ANY reason,
will get help. I have had three women and five collegians tell me they have
considered suicide. Two collegians I know actually attempted it. What
pressures are we putting on our young people? Why are they even considering
suicide?
My plea to all of you — if you are a victim of acquaintance rape or
suspect you may be suffering from depression, please seek professional help.
If you have a friend with any of these problems, PLEASE take her to a
counselor. Another life should not be lost.
In the bonds,
Andrea Fuller Cooper, Florida State