Better put the kettle on and take a comfy seat - it's a bit long, sorry!
When I was 19 I went to a party one Friday evening. My friends and I were running late and missed dinner. We thought there'd be food at the party, so didn't stop to get anything on the way - and it was in a suburb with no shops/restaurants nearby that were open at that time.
So, of course, food all gone when we arrived totally starving..except for a watermelon that was hollowed out, filled with vodka and had chunks of watermelon put back inside to marinate. By the time we got there, they'd been 'marinating' for a good 4 hours.
I ate the watermelon. All of it. I got alcohol poisoning and was sick for about a week after.
The thing is, I was really sick at the the party and after vomiting copiously (sorry, TMI) I found a room in which a couple of people had passed out and passed out myself. Literally. At some point, someone came in and I vaguely remember the door opening and the person silhouetted, but I specifically remember that he lifted up my skirt, moved my underwear aside and tried to have sex with me. I also remember (and it makes me chuckle) that he was completely flaccid! I was so out of it that I couldn't speak, couldn't move, but I know it happened. Whoever it was left unsuccessful.
I stopped drinking after that. A few months later I was raped by my boyfriend (he wasn't around at time of first incident), two weeks after that (or before, I've kind of blanked it out) by a 'friend' and a few years later was sexually assaulted by two doctors treating me (separate places and occasions). I'm not kidding.
I feel that the first incident affected me, but it feels kind of silly given the rape and the subsequent assaults by my doctors as those three affected my trust, but in the first, well, nothing actually happened.
I have never told anybody about all the incidents together. Some people know I've been raped twice, some once and some about the doctors and some all of them, but I haven't ever told anybody about the first. I feel so embarrassed that all these things happened to me. It's easy to say that women aren't to blame for being raped, but twice in two weeks? Then the assaults? I truly don't think I was to blame entirely for any one, but I certainly have made sure that there is no way anything like that can happen again - and it hasn't, which means that I could maybe have done more to prevent them...
Anyway, I've had counseling for the rapes and that's made a difference. I didn't tell the counsellors about the first incident because a)it seems insignificant next to the rapes b)I was embarrassed that there are so many 'incidents' and c) counsellors are people too and I just don't believe that if people hear of them all that they won't in some way, deep down, think that I brought it all on myself.
btw - I wasn't promiscuous, wearing provocative clothes etc - not that that 'asks' for anything, but just sayin'! I was very trusting, a bit naive and bubbly when I was younger though.