For anyone just joining us – this is not your usual Angel Martinez adventure story, and is not a happy, fluffy story. This is a story about a couple’s struggle to recover from sexual assault. Today I wanted to look at one last myth about male rape. This one, when you think about it, is perhaps the most outrageous of the myths we’ve talked about on this tour—it’s completely counterintuitive.
Myth: Male rape victims go on to become rapists.
This myth only adds to the survivor’s anxiety, fearing he’ll someday do what was done to him. Yes, many convicted sexual offenders have histories of abuse, but the pathologies and behaviors that led to becoming a rapist are more complicated than having been assaulted. The vast majority of rape survivors don’t go on to become rapists.
If you or someone you know has been assaulted, please reach out.
RAINN: 1-800-656-HOPE (4673) (for male and female survivors)
Restoration by Angel Martinez
Victor and Cody have the American dream – a house, two cars, upwardly mobile income, and each other – but all is not well in paradise. Cody’s trust in other people’s goodwill led to one recent assault. A few months later, a friend’s betrayal leads to another. Battered every waking moment by fear and shame, all his joyful creative energy transforms into brittle, aggressive lashing out.
Victor, wracked by guilt and shackled to a grueling, time-devouring career, must find a way to help Cody back from the darkness and to keep him safe from his self-destructive behavior. With the help of a common-sense therapist, some loyal friends and Cody’s own impetuous nature, their recovery and their relationship might even stand a chance.
Please Note: This is a re-edited third addition with expanded content. (Formerly titled Aftermath)
When did they drain all the colors out of everything? Cody stared out the window of his hospital room. Even with the drugs in his system, mood levelers one of the doctors had said, everything hurt. Strange things made him nauseous and irritable, like watching the clouds drift and change. Clouds shouldn’t have made him angry, the dull red of the blanket his mother had brought him shouldn’t have, but they did. The curve of a chair arm, the lift in a nurse’s voice, the squeak of shoes all made him angry in a terrible, gray way, anger through a miasmic fog.
It’s my own fault. Not strong enough or man enough to defend myself. Not smart enough to stay clear of trouble. Stupid. Weak. Worthless.
He wanted to claw his brain out of his skull. He wanted to scream but didn’t have the energy. He wanted the flickering images to stop replaying behind his eyes, awake, asleep, he couldn’t escape them. Worst of all, he wanted that horrible, cigarette-ruined voice to stop whispering in his ear.
Angel Martinez is the erotic fiction pen name of a writer of several genres who writes mainly Science Fiction and Fantasy with gay heroes. Currently living part time in the hectic sprawl of northern Delaware, (and full time inside the author’s head) Angel has one husband, one son, two cats, a changing variety of other furred and scaled companions, a love of all things beautiful and a terrible addiction to the consumption of both knowledge and chocolate.
For more information on Angel’s work, please visit:
Website: Erotic Fiction for the Hungry Mind