Hi,
I've never posted on here before, but I would really appreciate some input if you can spare 5 minutes.
I've just watched a programme on BBC about rape, and it has made me realise I'm not as fixed as I thought I was. 7 years ago I was in a new town in a new job and went out with colleagues. I was very drunk and upset when I left a nightclub without anyone (as I hadn't made any new friends yet) and got talking to a man who seemed concerned as I was crying. Most of the rest of the evening I only remember in snippets but I do remember pushing the guy off from on top of me to throw up.
Anyway, in the days and weeks after, I went to see the doctor for STI checks, I had some counselling and just tried to get on with my life. I didn't report what had happened as both people that I lived with and people that I worked with could have found out about what had happened to me due to their professions and I was terrified of people knowing about it, blaming me because I was drunk and somehow thinking I led this guy on.
My memories of that night have faded somewhat, but now I feel deeply ashamed that I didn't do the thing I always thought I would and report it. I had very good forenic evidence at the time (but I could have seen this guy in the street and not had a clue I had ever met him before) but I was ashamed of my actions (being far too drunk in unfamiliar surroundings) and of my family finding out too. I feel like a coward.
I have had relationships since then but they have been short-lived and mainly physical, not loving relationships. I have recently starting dating again, and this is where my new problems have began. I'm now in a better frame of mind to find someone to care about before starting a sexual relationship, but I'm terrified of telling them what happened in case they think I am dirty or damaged goods in some way. But not mentioning it might make it very difficult for someone to really understand my attitude to physical intimacy (I seem to find it easier if I'm not emotionally invested in the relationship).
Does anyone have any advice on how I can let myself be loved and be loving without just giving in to my default mode of letting my physical side win over the emotional?
If you've read this far, thank you, any help would be much appreciated! x
I've never posted on here before, but I would really appreciate some input if you can spare 5 minutes.
I've just watched a programme on BBC about rape, and it has made me realise I'm not as fixed as I thought I was. 7 years ago I was in a new town in a new job and went out with colleagues. I was very drunk and upset when I left a nightclub without anyone (as I hadn't made any new friends yet) and got talking to a man who seemed concerned as I was crying. Most of the rest of the evening I only remember in snippets but I do remember pushing the guy off from on top of me to throw up.
Anyway, in the days and weeks after, I went to see the doctor for STI checks, I had some counselling and just tried to get on with my life. I didn't report what had happened as both people that I lived with and people that I worked with could have found out about what had happened to me due to their professions and I was terrified of people knowing about it, blaming me because I was drunk and somehow thinking I led this guy on.
My memories of that night have faded somewhat, but now I feel deeply ashamed that I didn't do the thing I always thought I would and report it. I had very good forenic evidence at the time (but I could have seen this guy in the street and not had a clue I had ever met him before) but I was ashamed of my actions (being far too drunk in unfamiliar surroundings) and of my family finding out too. I feel like a coward.
I have had relationships since then but they have been short-lived and mainly physical, not loving relationships. I have recently starting dating again, and this is where my new problems have began. I'm now in a better frame of mind to find someone to care about before starting a sexual relationship, but I'm terrified of telling them what happened in case they think I am dirty or damaged goods in some way. But not mentioning it might make it very difficult for someone to really understand my attitude to physical intimacy (I seem to find it easier if I'm not emotionally invested in the relationship).
Does anyone have any advice on how I can let myself be loved and be loving without just giving in to my default mode of letting my physical side win over the emotional?
If you've read this far, thank you, any help would be much appreciated! x
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