April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month and part of awareness is sharing your story. I’ve seen a lot of brave people share their stories of sexual assault so I thought I would share mine as well.
I have 3 stories. None of which are the typical stories of assault you hear about. I was not brutalized and I was not outright raped. But I’ve been made to feel extremely uncomfortable and vulnerable in many different ways. The point of this is not to try to compare my stories to others, but to show that there are all kinds of sexual assault going on and that most women have encountered it. I’m not going to argue about my experiences and what they should be or shouldn’t be called. And any comments that I find to be out of line will be deleted. I will not tolerate it.
The first time was when I was 16. I had had a boyfriend who was 19. We’ll call him M. We met at Rocky Horror Picture Show (RHPS). At the time of this story we had broken up but would still sometimes hang out as friends at RHPS. On this night we had been making out at the theater. He offered to drive me and my friend home. We’ll call my friend J. I had planned to sleep over at J’s house that night. We invited M in and were all hanging out together when it started to rain. The windshield wipers on his car didn’t work so he couldn’t go anywhere. We all went to bed together in a big bed. M and I were still kissing a bit, but after a few minutes I told him we should stop. I was trying to respect my friend who was in the same bed with us. I didn’t think it would really be appropriate for us to mess around with her right there.
Apparently they didn’t feel the same way though. When he rolled off of me, he rolled between me and J and she grabbed him and started to make out. Except they didn’t just make out. They had sex. In the same bed as I was. My exbf lost his virginity that night to J. I didn’t know what to do. I was a pretty innocent naïve teen. I froze. The whole time knowing and feeling them having sex next to me. They supposedly thought I was asleep. Although I’m not sure how they could’ve thought that. In fact I barely slept at all that night. The next morning M had to drive me home so I acted like nothing had happened, but when I got out of the car I told him to never contact me again. I also later told J that I no longer wanted her friendship. I was devastated.
And to add insult to injury J later wrote me a long letter telling me that everything was my fault. I had been such a cock tease that night and she was just giving M what he wanted. She was giving him what I should have given him.
Story #2: I am 18 and in community college. At this point in my life I’ve fooled around with boys and girls quite a bit, but I’ve only had penis in vagina intercourse once. There was this very charming suave guy in my chemistry class. He spent quite a bit of time in class flirting with me until I agreed to hang out with him. He made me feel so sexy and desired, which is a feeling I longed for. He purred when we’d mess around which was ridiculously arousing. We messed around a lot. I didn’t touch him much because I was pretty inexperienced and was insecure about not doing the right things. But he spent a lot of time exploring my body and making me feel good.
At one point we were in my mom’s house and he was finger fucking me from behind in the bathroom. It felt amazing and I was clutching onto the bathroom wall. He had asked me many times before if he could stick his dick in me and I always told him no. I was not ready. This time he did not ask. He just did it. In fact the way he did it was like he was trying to trick me into thinking he was still fucking me with his fingers. I’m not an idiot. Even though I’d only had one dick in me once before I knew right away. I told him to stop. He did and he continued to finger fuck me. He then stuck his dick in me again. I got pissed at him. He laughed. He thought it was so funny. I kicked him out of the house and we never hung out again.
After he left I went to the bathroom and found that my vulva was covered in a brown dirt. I didn’t know what it was, but I tried to clean up as best I could. I got a yeast infection days later.
A few months went by and I was sitting in the cafeteria with some friends discussing our sex lives. At this point I had started having intercourse regularly. He came by and talked about how hot my virginal pussy was. How I’d probably spoiled it now that I’d fucked other guys.
Story #3: In this story I am freshly 21. I went to a house party with a guy friend. We’ll call him F. We knew no one there. I’m not even sure how we ended up at this party in the way out suburbs. But we did. There was a lot of drinking going on. F got super trashed. There are a lot of things about that night that he still does not remember. I had been drinking too, but not as much.
There was a guy there. I don’t even remember his name, but we’ll call him X. X was engaged and his fiance was at the party. But that didn’t matter to X. When he saw me he knew he wanted me and nothing was going to stand in his way. He spent the entire night walking in on me every time I’d go to the bathroom (there was no lock on the door and I had to start enlisting people to keep watch) and he kept coming up to me to touch me inappropriately or say something very inappropriate to me. I was feeling extremely uncomfortable and angry. I started yelling at him every time he would do any of these things, but that did not deter him. In fact he had teamed up with a buddy of his. The buddy was supposed to play the nice guy. The one who was apologizing and trying to win me over. He was there to reassure me that his friend wasn’t normally like this, but that he would protect me.
Thank god a friend of mine showed up to the party late enough that he remained sober enough to overhear what happened next and then to drive me home. I went to the bathroom and he overheard X, Mr. Nice Guy, and some other guy talking about slipping something in my drink. Once I heard that we got the hell out of there.
I have been extremely lucky. Any one of these situations could have been a lot worse than they were. I can thank my friends for being there when I needed them and I can thank my strong character. But mostly, it’s luck.
If you want to read other people’s stories I suggest checking out the following:
If you know of others or want to share your own please post in the comments.
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