It was a November day just 6 years ago today. The day was nice and ordinary; outside was bit cold and gloomy, but still. I’m making dinner in the kitchen when my 14 year old son Eirik comes to me. He is a bit worried, and I can see that he wants to tell me something, but he is hestitating. He looks at me, looks down, looks at me again and says; Hey dad … -Yes, I say. What is it?
-Ahhhh, Charlen has been raped, and she is in there now……
I look at my son and don’t understand what he is saying. – What are you saying? – I ask.
- Charlen has been raped, and she is there now. I look at him again and see the hurt in his eyes. He is hurt, and it feels like he really didn’t want to tell me this. I’m grabbing my head and trying to understand what he is saying… I’m hearing the words over and over again, but I don’t really understand what he is saying. This is not happening, this is not true. I’m dreaming, I’m having nightmares…
We are a family of 3 children who at this time are 8, 14 and 16 years old. We moved from the north of Norway to a beautiful city in southeastern Norway 8 years ago, 2 months after the youngest was born.
My wife worked in the municipality, and I was the director of a kindergarten, something I had been doing for the past 16 years. We were enjoying, had many friends and often did things with the kids. The kids were good at school, had many friends and we felt like we were living a happy life. We felt we had done a good job in the upbringing and that most of the things went smoothly.
It turned out that the life of the whole family was totally turned upside down overnight, and that many years of pain would follow.
I am looking through a kitchen window. I pinch myself in the arm, look at my son who is standing with his head bent. I sit down on the couch for a few minutes and think…. I do not know what I’m thinking about… I ask Eirik if he knows when she’s coming home … No, he can’t reach her. I’m trying to call her, but I’m not coming through. Something that I have never experienced before or after is growing inside me. It’s beginning to get to me that my dear daughter has been raped, but I do not know anything anymore. Has it happened today, is it happening now? What should I do? Should I call the police? Right now I don’t control the mind or the body. I’m going into a trance and acting without thinking.
I’m calling my brother and shouting on the phone: -You must help me, Charlen has been raped. Find something to hit with and I’ll pick you up right away. He agrees without asking any questions and tells me to call when I’m on my way. We have to catch the beast who did it. My body is shaking, I’m going back and forth in the living room. I’m crying and thinking of my daughter. The worst thing is not knowing what has happened. I’m getting pictures in my head, getting angrier and angrier. I’m trying to call her, no answer. I’m shouting, swearing and am frustrated. I found a bat kids have been playing with. I found a steel pipe down in the basement and put it next to me.
Eirik comes into me and says Charlen is on a bus on the way home. I’m taking the “equipment” with me and driving to the bus station which is 5 min away. I get up to wait, but I do not know what to expect. The seconds pass, the buses are coming, the people are leaving, but no Charlen.
The minute’s pass, more buses are arriving, but still no Charlen. I try to call her, but no answer. “The hours” are passing while I’m in the car, looking into the mirror, shaking and being angry, frustrated and crying and crying loudly… I just cant stop crying….
Then she comes out of the bus and sees me standing there. She comes to the car with her sad face and looks down. She gets in the car. I say; -I know what has happened. Tell me!
She begins to tell… She said that something has happened but she was not hesitating to talk about it. I’m waiting a bit, giving her the time. I actually didn’t want to hear the story, I just wanted to know who it was, what his name and address were. She said his first name and where he approximately lived, but she didn’t know his last name or address. I am driving her home, dropping her off and driving on. I am calling my brother again telling him I am on my way and asking him if he is ready. I am calling my wife asking her if she can talk to Charlen and ask about the boy’s last name. We get his last name. I’m checking the information and I find an address where the same surname is registered. NOW I’m ready to take revenge. I’m in my own world, full of adrenaline, and I know that it will be good to take down the «devil.» Still don’t know what to do, I’ll figure it out there and then.
I am driving to pick up my brother looking at the baseball bat and the steel pipe that are ready to be used. I get a good feeling in me. He’s going to be beaten senseless, and I’m looking forward to it.
There and then I could have killed, gone to prison for 10-15 years, waking up every day with a smile on my face, as long as I knew he was dead. He took something from me, he took something from my daughter and he is going to pay for it. How could he???
My wife calls me saying there were two boys who raped her. Two???? I got the other boy’s name, too… I don’t remember what I was thinking when I got the message, because revenge was to be carried out. Now there were two people who were to be taken down.
While the adrenaline is rising as I’m driving with loud music on, a thought comes out of the blue. Should I call the police..? -No, they can’t do anything or have no time anyways… I’m driving on, approaching my brother’s house. Then the thought comes back, it kind of wants to tell me something. I listen to this thought, stop the car and pick up the mobile phone. I’m thinking about it, and it feels that the body is starting to calm down. I’m calling and getting answered quickly. I’m explaining what has happened and what me and my brother are about to do. They are calming me down even more, telling me they will send a patrol to the address and a patrol home to my daughter. I am calming down and thanking them. I sink into the driver’s seat and cry. The pictures of two boys raping my daughter are coming. I am sobbing, holding my head and loudly shouting NOOOOOOOOOO….. inside the car. I am alone in the parking lot and can’t see clearly because of the tears. I’m thinking of Charlen, how she is doing. I’m calling my wife again, she confirms that the police have arrived and they are going to the hospital.
This happened on a Tuesday. It afterward appears that the rape had occurred on Friday afternoon the week before. Charlen heard that the rumors had begun to go. She wanted to do something about it and went to the neighbor town with a girlfriend and her mobile in the pocket with recording on. She wanted to sort things out and make the boys admit what they had done so that she had evidence. She herself stated later that one does not think rationally after the rape, and all she wanted was to be able to prove that it had happened. What happened was that the same thing was about to happen again, but this time she had agreed with her friend to call her after a few minutes. It saved her this time and she got out and away from there.
The time that followed was strange. An attorney was appointed, there were interrogations and the time was hard. Everything is in the hands of the police.
I understood later that it is not the rape itself that necessarily makes that many girls start with self-harm, get anxiety and depression and, in the worst case, commit suicide. It is what happens afterward. They are the ones who feel guilt and shame over what has happened. They don’t dare to report this to the police. This brings the discussion of the criminal justice system we have. Based on more cases I have read about in the media, old-school judges are in positions to judge and condemn. They have in several cases asked the victim how she was dressed, if she had been drinking etc. THIS has absolutely NOTHING with the case to do, although in the case of my daughter it happened in the afternoon and she was not intoxicated.
Since the rape has happened a few days earlier, the clothes she had on had then been washed. It is a natural feeling after being raped. The victim feels very dirty in many cases, both physically and mentally. The boys got a restraining order and the attorney raised a case which was later dismissed. The irony in all this was that the boys could have reported my daughter. She was 16, and one of them was 15 years old. In the worst case, she could have been punished for having sex with minors…. This is the law in our country.
Charlen likes to express herself and her feelings in writing. She wrote a blog post about the incident approximately a year after the rape. My wife and I were suddenly reading about the incident on Facebook, and I remember the shame I felt then and there. Our daughter told everyone that she had been raped, and she described everything in detail. I was terrified of all the comments, the looks and the questions I would now get.
This was shared tens of thousands of times on Facebook, and she received hundreds of comments from girls and boys who had experienced the same. 99% of the comments were positive and many wrote that the Charlen’s post had inspired them to tell their story and they dared to come forward. She was described as brave, tough, the one who dared to come forward with her story.
When it had sunk in, and I saw all the positive reactions, the shame turned into something very positive. I was suddenly proud and pleased that Charlen had done it. I understood her, and then it was much easier to support her in what she had done.
Charlen started 3 years of a high school in a row and completed all 3 of them. She could sometimes see shadows of the boys in the windows, get anxiety attacks and rush out of the classroom, or could sit behind a boy looking like one of the boys, which has happened.
Charlen started cutting her arms. She was bloody and had marks on both arms that were very ugly. It was awful to feel that one could not help. I was cleaning her room two times. I found a well-hidden folded paper. It looked like it should be thrown. I opened it to make sure it should be thrown. What I read is something that I wouldn’t ever wish my worst enemy to read from his child. She described how she felt, she described that it was totally dark in the tunnel and that she would commit suicide. She wrote that she would end her life and how she wanted to do that. I cried and cried when I read this. What can I do? How can I get her on better thoughts? How can I prevent the most valuable thing one has, his own child, from committing a suicide.
I woke up every day for 2-3 years and was afraid to go to Charlen’s room. I was terrified she had committed a suicide. Every day for 2-3 years I woke up wondering not if she had committed a suicide, but when … I was terrified. The awful feeling every day, day and night. I was scared and looking out of the window when Charlen was not home. I was afraid that a priest would come to the door. I was afraid of getting a phone call saying Charlen was gone, like so many other girls who have experienced rape.
I felt guilty because I had not prevented the rape. It was my mistake. A father should always protect his daughter against such thing. I struggled with the thoughts and feelings of guilt. Work was a nightmare and I could not think of anything else and feared her worst. I walked the wall, as it’s called, and was gone from work for two years. I simply couldn’t work.
I have been working on developing applications for mobile phones for almost 10 years now. The thoughts, feelings and seeing what it was like for my daughter made me think if it were possible to make something that could help prevent rapes from happening and help when they have already happened…..
I started to investigate the international market and searched for statistics on whether rape was widespread, or if I was just a father of a rape victim who was wondering if there were more. www.rainn.org in the US wrote that as many women ages 18-24 (College age) are 3 times more likely to be victim of rape, attempted rape.
Sexual violence also affects victims relationship with family, friends, Co-workers. 38% experience work or school problems and 37% experience family/friends problems. Sexual violence can have long-term effects on victims. 94% of women experience symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder during the two weeks after the rape. 33% of women who are raped contemplate suicide and 13% of women who are raped attempt suicide.
In Norway www.forskning.no write that as many as 1 in 4 girls growing up is exposed to sexual abuse and 1 in 10 girls have been raped. In Norway. Half of them before they were 18 years old. Additionally, only 1 in 10 reports a rape, and 8 out of 10 charges are being dismissed. Less than 1% of perpetrators are being sentenced.
These figures made me feel this is something that concerns many people. I was not alone as a father of a rape victim. This is a major social problem that I had never thought of before.
Based on Charlen`s experience, we started to develop an app that could have prevented the rape, warned her friends and family and collected evidence for later use in court. We wanted to develop an app that can prevent pain, self-harm, anxiety, depression and suicide among young girls and boys. The result is our top rated safety app bSafe. Users can activate the SOS button by touch or voice even if the cell phone is in the pocket, jacket or purse. Connections will get an audible alarm, the exact location and they will be able to both see and hear everything what happens in real-time. Everything is automatically recorded and the recorded file will be sent to the connections even if the perpetrator brake the phone for whatever reason.
Mobile Safety Technology Inc has also developed a platform for public safety to make college campus and cities safer.
We have now incorporated a Foundation and started a movement world wide with the name NEVER WALK ALONE.
We have well known organizations as partners in the US; the National Sexual Violence Resource Center (www.nsvrc.org ) Pennsylvania Coaltion Against Rape (www.pcar.org), Infiniteshe (www.infiniteshe.com ) and Beyond Harassment.
Today I live a wonderful and good life. Charlen is good and working, and with people. She has been so tough, although some years have been extremly hard on her. She has been tough and worked her way through this with a lot of help from her ex boyfriend Andreas who has supported her and been there for here in past years. Without knowing it for sure, but I think he has contributed greatly to Charlen doing well today and not choosing to end her life.
Charlen is the Co-Founder of Mobile Safety Technology Inc. The pioneering app bSafe with its features like voice activation, live streaming and automatically audio and video recording is developed based on her experience and hope to help other youth world wide. She has been accepted exceptionally well in the United States, and they love that we have taken something so cruel and turned it into something positive.
My oldest son is an apprentice in my company and plans to start his own company based on the experience, knowledge and motivation he has gained through his apprenticeship and my youngest son is doing very good at school.
I love my life today as opposed to the first years after the rape. I’m working with my children now on rape prevention and providing help in cases when it has happened. I have never thought that one could make a difference, but now my daughter and me are 100% sure that bSafe will help many girls in future. We are working together with the officials in the US, with several colleges and we will launch our alarm center software for colleges, cities and industrial partners during 2019. We will give our best now and help many more benefit from the bSafe software and functionality. We want to make the world a safer place!
You can’t break my daughter or me!
Philadelphia, April 2019
Rich Larsen, Founder and CEO Mobile Safety Technology Inc,
Charlen Larsen, Co-Founder Mobile Safety Technology Inc