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There have been a string of attacks on women in my area within the last 2 weeks so im looking to get some extra protection while i am alone, ive searched the website of Kmart and Walmart but dont see any products for Mace or Pepper spray.

I am talking about mace or pepper spray. I am designing a new adaptation of this product. My target audience and market are college girls. There have been issues related to physical or sexual assault on certain college campuses since one can remember. The task at hand is to create a self defense item that would be practical when young women go for a stroll or a jog.

What would make it more effective against an assailant? Is portability, grip or firing method an issue or concern? What about the safety pin or mode of operation? Would you, as a user and consumer, prefer to use you index finger or your thumb to deploy the contents? It should be very comfortable to operate. What can you say of materials and color options?

Only serious answers please. We are all mature people here. Thank you!

I had a rape pregnancy. The pro-life movement berates pro-choicers for emphasizing rape and incest for being rare, but even if it is, that is no excuse for ignoring it. It happened to ME. It HAPPENS. I’ve heard pro-lifers argue that the child shouldn’t be punished, it should be a blessing – something positive coming from something negative. I wouldn’t think anyone who’s been in my situation says anything like that. It is important to have a choice and to reassure the women who need them, NOT call them selfish. We need this option so we don’t feel like we’re getting raped again every day for nine months.

At the time, I didn’t tell anyone about the rape when I was seventeen. I’d never had a boyfriend or girlfriend, never been kissed, and never much cared to. Academics were a priority, and I’ll admit, I was fairly weird and antisocial. When this guy started talking to me at a concert about obscure post-punk acts, my excitement had more to do with the topic than him. It was annoying when he keep trying to talk during the songs as well. Once he tried to brush my hair behind my ear, I cringed and moved to the other side of the stage. I didn’t look back. I just didn’t think. Back then, I always parked out of the way to avoid steep parking fees and was preoccupied with fear that my car was towed. I didn’t notice him follow me out of the venue and the two blocks to my car. My switchblade and pepper spray were inside the armrest, behind locked doors. He managed to hold his jacket over my head on the ground, and I was scared I’d be killed, too. I couldn’t pry it off my face and hold my skirt down and push him at the same time. I didn’t bother to chase him when he ran off afterwards. Even now, I’m just as angry with myself as him for not being able to fight him off (which my therapist told me isn’t right, but it’s how I feel). The rare chance of finding this stranger didn’t seem worth it for the aftermath hassle of my overbearing parents on their assaulted child. The next morning I took a bath as hot as I could stand and some vitamin C. A few weeks later I had a light period, not thinking anything of it with my random cycle. When it didn’t come the month after, I didn’t quite believe I needed the pregnancy test I went out and bought, but it was positive. I never thought I’d pa nic again as much as I had the night of the rape. I just stared. And stared. And suddenly couldn’t catch my breath.

I never, ever wanted children in the first place. Luckily, I was raised informed of my options. I made an apointment with a woman at a Planned Parenthood clinic for a medical pregnancy test, though my voice was so oddly cool on the line she acted like she didn’t understand what I was driving over for. It was half an hour from my house. I think I told my parents I was working an extra shift or something. And sure enough, pregnant. The doctor or technician gently asked if I wanted to discuss alternatives to abortion but my mind was already made up. They didn’t perform abortions at the location I had my testing, so it was another two weeks before I could get the procedure.

Kind as the staff were, I had to wait an hour before going in. I’m sure everyone in the waiting room off to the side were in the same situation, staring at magazine pages longer than necessary, hugging coats to our chest, trying not to jiggling our legs too much and give away our anxiety. It hurt in a way that mattered after; the pain felt like closure.

I didn’t miss the fetus at all and don’t blame myself. It was never a baby, it was an unwanted souvenir. What if I gave the baby up for adoption, knowing nothing of its conception? And violence, if not sexual violence, was hereditary? Why should I let my rapist promote his bloodline? Why should I have to go through seven months on top of the seven weeks I spent hosting the fetus, remember each awful minute of the rape? I went into therapy after college but I’m just an angry person. I hated the fetus. I wasn’t in any frame of mind to accept it as my child. It was always his. I can’t fathom how anyone would force motherhood on someone in this situation because they don’t want to make exceptions to their own morality. I’m pretty sure I would’ve killed myself if forced to carry it to term. Gratefully, that was never an issue. I had a very positive experience with the clinic who tried to be so understanding of a situation I couldn’t really talk about. They even gave me the number to the county health and services board to find an affordable psychologist.
I really want to know who else had to face this. I’m sick of all reading all this nonsense on Yahoo Answers from people who never dealt with it. I’d really like to hear from the women who might’ve kept their babies, or given them up for adoption, and how you feel now.
Well, I had to, to share my story for people who are curious and haven’t experienced it.
Thank you to those who shared their stories. I’m sorry if anyone hassles you because of it. I don’t blame anyone who kept theirs just as I wouldn’t want anyone to blame me for aborting it. (Honestly, I would have an abortion even if it wasn’t rape.)

Has anyone heard of this new anti-rape condom for women called Rapex? You insert it into your… area and when the rapist attempts to "intrude" his dangly parts get mutilated by a series of sharp pointy objects hidden in the device. He is basically forced to go to the hospital immediately in order to save his manhood from permanent destruction, like he would know this. Oh and in case you are wondering, it is not possible to remove the device by hand, you have to use some other device to remove it so unless he has one hes SOL heh

Any woman who wears this is a complete MORON! if some guy was trying to rape you and got his junk mangled in that thing he would murder you. Congratulations you didnt get raped but you got your throat slit. BRILLIANT! I cant wait till someone files a multi million dollar lawsuit against the braindead morons who come up with this crap. Women, do yourselves a favor and buy a can of pepper spray

Sorry if I offended anyone but this product makes me very angry
I think you all completely misunderstood me, my meaning was that the rapist will kill the woman, then the parents of the victim will probably end up sueing the company because it got their child killed. And I am not considering taking up rape as a hobby you imbecile with a defective brain, go play in traffic.