Ashley Manta was discussing her own rape trauma with a friend, when she named her rapist: a fellow named Ben Ketchum. There followed one of those series of confirmations that are rather terrifying: her friend had also been raped by Ketchum. Then she put up a blog post naming her rapist, and more women who knew him came out to say what he’d done.
It’s just terrible: the social pressure to avoid stating the name of the victimizer is exactly what allows them to continue to act for year after year. I can tell you first hand: there is far more shrieking and yelling and complaining about revealing the identity of a rapist than there is about the rapist raping.
Don’t be part of a conspiracy of silence. I know it’s scary and hard, but at least let close friends know.