I am a regular. I've NCd for this largely because I don't want it linked to my usual name.
I had an emotionally and physically abusive childhood/teenage years. I'm now NC with my mother because of it, and ongoing issues into adulthood. My dad died a couple of years ago. My mother was the EA one, my dad PA.
I have terribly low self esteem and confidence. Well, I had, it's got a lot better recently through counselling. I'm intelligent and professionally qualified. I've always had a sense of not being worthy. It's influenced all the relationship decisions I've ever made. When I was in my late teens and early 20s I ended up dating Big Issue vendors with drug and alcohol problems after dropping out of university because I didn't think I deserved any better. You wouldn't think it now, I live in a very nice area, I have a good job, my children go to good schools, all my friends are very respectable...
When I was 17, I went out with a friend of mine and a man tried to rape me. He was someone I'd been sitting with and talking to in the pub (I know, I know, I was underage and shouldn't have been in there anyway) but I wasn't 'drinking' because I didn't really. I had one pint and then drank coke. My memory of the whole evening is very clear and it happened nearly 23 years ago. I didn't fancy him and I KNOW I wasn't flirting with him. My friend had disappeared with the man she was talking to and I was on my own. Anyway, I left the pub to go home (no bus and a 15 minute safe walk) and this man came out with me. I was young, I didn't know what to do so I carried on.
As we walked around the side of the pub, he pulled me off the street and into this little alcove type thing around the back of the pub and tried to rape me. I managed to get away and he caught up with me. He said he "admired" my "strength" and insisted on walking me home. So I let him. I just wanted to get home and didn't know what else to do. I didn't tell anyone because I knew my mother would blame me. She was very clear that men only rape women because of the signals women send out, i.e. by what they're wearing, by being out, by drinking...
Until about 6 months later when out of nowhere I was supposed to be going to my boyfriend's house and I couldn't leave the house. I was 'fine' but physically couldn't get through the front door, started crying and broke down. My mother wasn't especially sympathetic and so, out of desperation, I told her what had happened. She reacted as I expected and told me "that's what men are like" and if I want to go out I have to "expect that sort of thing to happen". I shouldn't have been in the pub in the first place and that's what happens to girls who talk to men in pubs - "what did you expect?". It wasn't initial anger/panic talking. After my 'telling off' it never got mentioned again.
FFW a few years - "dropped out" of university for unrelated reasons (although related to my mother), dated a range of unsuitable men I had no expectations of whatsoever (as detailed above), yet, was treated kindly and respectfully by all of them (of course, it's relative).
Then I met my son's father. He was my best friend's brother. I'd not known her very long (6 months) when she went on holiday with her mum and they asked me to go and visit her brother to 'keep him company' while they were away. I was 22 he was 24. So I did. And he had a friend there. We watched a couple of rubbish horror films, had dinner, played on the guitars for a bit and messed around on the computer. Nothing more. Then, and I'm not sure how it happened, but he was coming onto me. I resisted and told him I wasn't interested. I was very clear it was a No. Then he asked me why exactly I'd gone round there if I wasn't prepared to have sex with either of them. And so I told him his mum/sister had asked me to go round there to keep him company and he persisted. I kept saying no. By now, he was on top of me on the bed while his friend was on the computer in the corner. And he gave me the choice of him or his friend. But it was clear that it was Hobson's Choice. Not having sex with either of them wasn't an option. So I 'let' him - or rather, I stopped resisting. He didn't even take my knickers off.
My self worth was so fucked up that about 6 months later we ended up getting together for a couple of years and my son was the result. He dumped me when I was 8 months pregnant partly because I embarrassed him by being 'fat' and partly because he'd met someone else.
I then married someone I didn't love and who didn't love me, but did care about me, because I didn't think I was worthy of being loved and I didn't know what a proper relationship looked like.
I don't know what I want from this. I've never told anyone. I just feel very ashamed of myself. Ashamed that I had such low self worth that I allowed it to happen. Ashamed that my boundaries were so fucked up that I couldn't see that it was 'wrong' at the time. Ashamed that I had a relationship with this man afterwards!
I'm a very different person now but I feel so guilty for how I let the me I was be treated. I'm still having counselling, but I'm too ashamed to bring this up.
Sorry that was long.
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I think I was raped. Was I? And can I talk to you about it?
JustALittleConfusedAndNumb · 10/04/2014 06:26
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