Jeg er selv blitt utsatt for seksuell overgrep i en alder av 15 år. Jeg kjente mannen som da var 19 år. Politiet anbefalte om å ikke anmelde hendelsen pga bevis og at jeg ikke husket om jeg ble voldtatt eller ikke.
Jeg var ekstremt full og husker kvelden i bruddstykker, hvor jeg går inn og ut av bevissthet. Vi var 3 stykker sammen og drakk sprit. Min venninne, jeg og han. Min venninne er like gammel som meg. Vi var veslevoksne, men samtidig barn i alder. Min venninne satt på kjøkkenet i telefonen, dette var mens vi enda hadde hustelefon med ledning. Jeg mistet bevisstheten og han så sitt snitt til å misbruke meg. Han bar meg på mitt soverom, hvor han kledde av meg. Startet å ta på meg, fingre meg. Jeg husker han spør om jeg synes det er godt. Inn og ut av bevissthet, jeg spyr. Han bærer meg til badet og legger meg i dusjen, og fortsetter overgrepet. Han drar meg ut av dusjen over 10-15 cm kant og jeg smeller hodet i betonggulvet. Jeg har bare en sans igjen og det er hørselen. Jeg hører han drar ned en glidelås, finner frem en kondom og åpner den.
Jeg våkner inni dusjen med min venninne over meg. Vi har ikke begrep på tid. Hun fikk liv i meg og fulgte meg til sengen. Min venninne sa han tok med seg kondompakken når hun kastet han ut. Denne hendelsen er det kun han som kan stå til ansvar for.
Jeg ønsker å høre din historie, og hva du følte. Kan du beskrive det med ett ord?
Det kan være psykisk, fysisk eller seksuell vold. Ordet kan være hva som helst og på det språket du selv ønsker.
Mitt ord er HÅPLØSHET.
Jeg ønsker å være en stemme for mine medsøstre. Jo flere, jo sterkere blir prosjektet.
Mitt navn er Marte Lill Somby og jeg bor og arbeider i Karasjok som billedkunstner.
In English:
I want your word. In this project as a visual artist I want to give you as a girl, woman, lady, áhkku a stone. Written in stone with your word.
One stone, one word, one women. If you have experienced mental, physical or sexual violence, the stone should symbolize your experience and represent you. I symbolize it with the saying; it is not written in stone, so it is not completely certain or true. "Written in stone" underlines that I believe in you and that your story is true. I engrave Your word on the stones.
Everything is anonymous.
In a survey from 2015, Sami people on Norwegian side of Sápmi reported more exposure to violence than non-Sami. 49% of Sami women have experienced violence compared to 35% of non-Sami women. 22% of Sami women reported sexual violence, while 16% of non-Sami women reported the same. 80% of the victims of violence in the survey knew the perpetrator. The report came in 2018.
This is a problem all over the world, but the percentage of women exposed to violence in the Sami environment is significantly higher. It can be psychological, physical or sexual violence. It is the Sami women's stories that I now want to convey in their own words.
I myself have been subjected to sexual abuse at the age of 15. I knew the man who was then 19 years old. The police recommended not to report the incident because of the evidence and the fact that I did not remember whether I was raped or not.
I was extremely drunk and remember the evening in fragments, passing in and out of consciousness. There were 3 of us together and we drank alcohol. My girlfriend, me and him. My girlfriend is the same age as me. We were «grown-ups», but at the same time children in age. My friend was sitting in the kitchen on the phone, this was while we still had a wired house phone. I lost consciousness and he saw his intention to abuse me. He carried me to my bedroom, where he undressed me. Started touching me, fingering me. I remember him asking if I think it's good. In and out of consciousness, I puke. He carries me to the bathroom and puts me in the shower, and continues the abuse. He pulls me out of the shower over a 10-15 cm edge and I hit my head on the concrete floor. I only have one sense left and that is hearing. I hear him pull down a zipper, find a condom and open it.
I wake up in the shower with my girlfriend above me. We have no concept of time. She followed me to the bed. My friend said he took the condom package with him when she threw him out. Only he can be held responsible for this incident.
I want to hear your story and what you felt. Can you describe it in one word?
The word can be in the language you want. (My word is HOPELESSNESS)
I want to be a voice for my fellow sisters. The more stones, the stronger the project gets.
My name is Marte Lill Somby and I live and work in Karasjok as a visual artist.
