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This probably seems silly but I can't stop thinking about something that happened a long time ago.
When I was 17 I had a Saturday job in a big company. I had a boss called Marie who was a nice lady. Sometimes I would bump into another employee (let's call him Dan) who was the same age as me. He was nothing special, but chatting to him was just a bit of a distraction during my work day. I left the job a few month later to focus on my A Levels.
One night a few months after I quit, I met him at a club. I had been drinking. By chance I met him out we had a bit of a snog. I didn't give him my number (this was just before mobiles). The next day our house phone rang and it was Dan! He said that he had begged Marie to give him my number and she eventually got it from the files in work and gave it to him. Then he begged me to meet him and I eventually said yes.
We arranged to meet after school (we went to different schools). I assumed that he would take me for a coffee or chips somewhere, something like that. Instead he took me to an empty house that belonged to an older friend he had. It was bare and cold. Quickly 'things' happened and I didn't really know what to do. I didn't resist at all, I went along with it. I was wearing my school uniform and I just remember feeling like things had got out of control very quickly.
I remember going home and my mum being all excited for me asking where he took me, and me lying and saying that we went to a burger place in town. I felt so ashamed and some kind of line had been crossed in my mind. I was a virgin and so was he and looking back he was some kind of young Incel. He was actually such a loser but persistent and 4 weeks later we were having sex. I didn't object, I just went along with it and I have no idea why. He was obsessed with me and I guess I was flattered. It makes me sick now to think about it. I definitely was not ready for a physical relationship with anyone at that age.
He stuck around for about a year despite my efforts to get rid of him and yet I continued on as his girlfriend despite despising him and finding him unattractive. When I go back to my home town to see family, my stomach always lurches when I see him. He just makes me sick and I can't believe I gave him the time of day.
After I managed to get shot of him, I went on to have very poor boundaries with men for many years and recently those feelings of shame have bobbed right up to the surface. I know this all seems very tame compared to some women's experiences but I just can't stop thinking about it and feel sad for myself as a 17 year old.
I've been thinking about how that first meeting in that house made me so ashamed. Now that I am older and wiser, I would never go through work files to give away someone's phone number, especially not a 17 year old girl's.
I don't know why I am even writing this down. Just to get it off my chest. Thanks for reading. Sorry if it seems pointless!