It's been over a year now since the assault and yet I'm still not sure about whether I can even call it assault.
I was brought up as a Jehovah's Witness and decided to leave the religion and home at 17 (September 2011). I had a boyfriend at the time whom I lost my virginity to. I had no guidance from my parents at this point. They were more or less completely out of the picture. One day I was invited round a friend of a friends house for drinks. My friend and his dad were there so I joined them. I'd never drunk much before butthis man named D was giving me drink after drink. I didn't understand the strength of what I was drinking. D's parents and children were also there with us. It got to the point where I drunk too much and passed out. When I woke up everybody had gone but D. I was alone with this man whom I'd only met once before.
D started to come on to me and I remember trying to push him away saying my then boyfriends name out loud. He ignored me and started to finger me roughly. I was on my period and had a tampon in but he kept pushing it further in. I managed to get to the loo and take it out... i dont know if this was before or after.yet I didn't try to escape. I didn't want to have sex but everything's blury and i can't remember everything. I remember bits of it... like him taking my clothes off and putting me on my front.... I don't remember if he had a condom on. I don't know how long it lasted.
The next day I knew what had happened because of the pain I had below. He openly admitted what had happened. He Then reeled of a load of information he had found about me before the incident. He knew my family situation... he knew I was vunerable. I didn't tell anyone the truth about what happened that night until 4 months later. Up until then I told myself I wanted it to happen. D went around bragging. D was 40. I was 17. I kept seeing him around... he somehow had my number and would emotionally abuse me... making me believe I wanted it to happen.
Even now I find myself blaming myself... doubting that it was rape... I think about it nearly every day. I never told my then boyfriend. And when I told my boyfriend after that he wasn't helpful. My current partner knows and has v
Been very supportive. But I worry that I'm too much to handle. I've lost my job down to my depression over what happened.
After it happened I slept around. I regret it but it seemed to be a kind of coping mechanism at the time. I cheated on bfs cause it made me feel better. Even now I find myself wanting to have rough sex... I want to be punished sexually. I find pain a turn on and it tears me up... makes me feel wrong and disgusting... a whore...
Was I raped? Or was I just drunk? Is there anyone out there that feels similar in any way? Sexually or emotionally?
I was brought up as a Jehovah's Witness and decided to leave the religion and home at 17 (September 2011). I had a boyfriend at the time whom I lost my virginity to. I had no guidance from my parents at this point. They were more or less completely out of the picture. One day I was invited round a friend of a friends house for drinks. My friend and his dad were there so I joined them. I'd never drunk much before butthis man named D was giving me drink after drink. I didn't understand the strength of what I was drinking. D's parents and children were also there with us. It got to the point where I drunk too much and passed out. When I woke up everybody had gone but D. I was alone with this man whom I'd only met once before.
D started to come on to me and I remember trying to push him away saying my then boyfriends name out loud. He ignored me and started to finger me roughly. I was on my period and had a tampon in but he kept pushing it further in. I managed to get to the loo and take it out... i dont know if this was before or after.yet I didn't try to escape. I didn't want to have sex but everything's blury and i can't remember everything. I remember bits of it... like him taking my clothes off and putting me on my front.... I don't remember if he had a condom on. I don't know how long it lasted.
The next day I knew what had happened because of the pain I had below. He openly admitted what had happened. He Then reeled of a load of information he had found about me before the incident. He knew my family situation... he knew I was vunerable. I didn't tell anyone the truth about what happened that night until 4 months later. Up until then I told myself I wanted it to happen. D went around bragging. D was 40. I was 17. I kept seeing him around... he somehow had my number and would emotionally abuse me... making me believe I wanted it to happen.
Even now I find myself blaming myself... doubting that it was rape... I think about it nearly every day. I never told my then boyfriend. And when I told my boyfriend after that he wasn't helpful. My current partner knows and has v
Been very supportive. But I worry that I'm too much to handle. I've lost my job down to my depression over what happened.
After it happened I slept around. I regret it but it seemed to be a kind of coping mechanism at the time. I cheated on bfs cause it made me feel better. Even now I find myself wanting to have rough sex... I want to be punished sexually. I find pain a turn on and it tears me up... makes me feel wrong and disgusting... a whore...
Was I raped? Or was I just drunk? Is there anyone out there that feels similar in any way? Sexually or emotionally?
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