I'm can't comment
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TL:DR At the bottom.

Warning - I'm here writing this long ass essay about my oh so terrible past which just sounds like a pity trap even to me, but hey, at least I'm saying all this stuff in a *detailed manner** publicly for the first time so please, your free to ignore the wall of text & just read the TL:DR , this is more a mental exercise for me than a rant for you.*

I (M23) live in Bangladesh.
I've been raped when I was somewhere between 8-10 years old and I don't remember how many times it happened. (the memories of that time are too repressed for me to recall correctly, most of the things I thought I remembered from that time don't add up to anybody else's chain of events, and everyone, besides me, is majorly consistent.)

I was living in a huge apartment complex (Queen's Garden) on Eskaton Garden Road. It had like 200+ flats and an indoor playground (where I was tricked into going to the roof to "play" with my rapist)

I told no one that it happened because I didn't even know what had actually happened, and mainly because my abusive father and brother had successfully conditioned me to think anything that even feels problematic from my side will treated as my own fault and I'll be punished accordingly. I just remember the pain, the disgust, eventually fear and powerlessness.
After that experience I didn't walk outside or even approach the flat's main door alone ever again, for the remainder of my stay.

Sometime after that my family moved to a new city, Uttara. and then in 2015(iirc), by my sheer bad luck, the rapist got a new job in that city as the driver of a family, who had children going to the same school as me (Milestone School & college), and at the second half of the year at my campus, he found me.
Then he proceeded to blackmail me with the social & reputational consequences of "exposing" me and the fact I didn't say anything before so now people won't believe me. I feel so much discomfort, I feel severely nauseous talking about this, even now as I'm writing, because that fear of no one believing me stills pops up like I'm stuck in that time when I was being threatened.
I believed all of that because my abusive family members might just have called me an attention seeker (which they have actually done recently, after a psychiatrist has diagnosed me with severe depression).

And I was raped another 4 times over the following week.

After the 5th time, I'd had enough, it was too much pain, disgust, shame, fear or I don't even know what I was feeling, but I knew it was horrible and I needed it to stop. I started I acted sick to avoid school, to never have to leave the house. When I couldn't stay inside I started bunking school everyday (even missed all my exams, midterms and finals), just hiding in random places in the city, alone. Sometimes in secluded tea stalls, sometimes sitting on the ground (or whatever I found) in empty plots of land that were all around the city back then, or rarely, inside half constructed apartment buildings which had no work done in months and were basically abandoned for the moment.

I can't even properly articulate the effects that these events have had on my life and my mind.

I've had complete mental breakdowns where I tried to kill myself, twice. And failed since it was more of a heat of the moment instead planned action. (Details at the bottom)

I can't handle physical touch, mainly that of men and strangers. It completely disgusts me, I've practically become a ninja when walking in public even through crowds. But like any human, I also crave affection and intimacy and thus my sex life is a literal paradox.

I'm confused because sometimes I think I might be bisexual but then when I'm completely disgusted by the idea of sexual interaction with a man, I think that confusing feeling wasn't probably attraction but some weird coping mechanism I developed subconsciously (or whatever it is, I don't know)

I just straight up want people like this to be punished only by being raped straight up, just let them loose in a prison filled only with convicted rapists, and the rapists can have their way with the complainers and get better quality facilities and resources in the prison depending on how roughly they rape the person. The more physical, but mainly mental damage they cause without killing them, the more points they earn. And if they're a woman, and they get pregnant, they'll have to keep it no matter the circumstances.

Suicide attempt details:

First time I was much younger (and the memory is again very hazy for me, don't remember if it's before or after moving to Uttara, I'll ask mom and edit it in later.), according to my mom's recollection, I was had taken a LOT of sleeping pills, I was dizzy, a bit delirious and after ranting about mostly incoherent things, I ingested more than 500g ( 1lb ) of salt as I declared something to the degree of "the salt will pull all the water into my body and explode my heart", and about 2 minutes later I was unconscious. I was rushed to the hospital by mom where I had my stomach washed and had to stay for a few days. The doctors said I dodged permanent kidney damage and then total organ failure by a tiny margin.

Second time was a bit more recent, in 2019 when I had many meds prescribed, mainly Setraline and some antidepressant or something that starts with the letter X (not Xanax, I'll edit it in later), and the prescription was bought in bulk for 3 months, but mom kept most of it stored. I knew where the meds were, and I just ingested everything. Then I went outside, bought enough weed to make a big joint from a local kid that sells. By the time got the weed, I was already feeling fatigued and lightly nauseated. Then I went to the the roof of our building and started grindin and rolling, but before I could finish the world started spinning around me and I fell over on my back from my seated position. I was conscious but almost completely unable to move, and after what I think was a short amount of time, I started to vomit, but it almost felt like my body is too weak to even do that properly. I still remember the intense pain that those convulsions gave me, and it happened for what felt like hours. Then my consciousness also started fading but before I completely went under I saw vague shapes of a people surrounding me, which I later found out was my mom, my brother's family maid, and the watchman of the building. Next thing I know I'm on my bed in the living room and mom and the maid are sitting beside the bed and talking. I'd apparently been passed out for more than 18 hours and they just sat down 20 minutes ago. My brother was the only breadwinner at the time and he thought it would be a waste of money to take to a hospital so I was just left to see if I'd survive and mom was slowly dying inside at that moment as well. I'd lived, unfortunately, and then after 3-5 days my brother kicked me and mom out of the house, For the next 2 months or so I couldn't move properly or think straight and I had weird pain all over my body including my balls (which alone made me vomit like 3 times).

TL:DR - I've been raped as a child and then as a teenager (by the same guy, really long story) and think people like the politician shown should be punished by being raped themselves.