This is a horrid thread - recounting so many stories where women have been assaulted, and NO, there are all sorts of reasons why you don't do what you imagine you might have done when it's actually happening to you!
In my case it was more than 23 years ago but I still find it very upsetting and I'm still full of fury - at myself - for not reporting the arrogant male registrar who decided, without my consent to perform a sweep on me. I was a week overdue and, word for word, what was said to me was that he was "just going to have a little look to see how things were progressing". I didn't find it at all unusual to be accompanied into the examination room by a female nurse as a chaperone but I remember feeling rather confused when she put her arm very firmly around my shoulders - whether this was to comfort me or restrain me I don't know. In that instant I felt the most gut wrenching sickening pain and screamed out - and was told "almost there". I didn't know what the fuck was happening - remember I'd been told that they were looking - as I'd been looked at on a number of previous occasions and was in pain, scared and bewildered because at that time I had no idea what the hell was going on.
The arrogant bastard didn't even have the courtesy to explain after what he'd done or what he'd hoped to achieve. And I was far too shocked to confront him - which is my everlasting regret because I should have had his guts for garters for what he did. I was simply told that "things should start moving soon now" and off he went. It was only after getting home, reading my notes, and further research after I had my son that I put it all together and realised what had happened.
At no stage did I give my permission for that. It had no effect in any case as my son was born 10 days later - not that it would ever have been acceptable even if my labour had started soon after. I think I was in such literal SHOCK that all my usual self confidence vanished and it was only later than I realised what I "should" have done. The anger I still feel is indescribable .... not least because the nurse obviously also knew what was about to happen and even she didn't have the decency to ask my permission, let alone explain any of it. Maybe she was scared of Mr Bigshot arrogant consultant too ?
And then - to my eternal regret - even after I had my son I did nothing. I obviously had the whole new baby thing, lack of sleep, I moved 6 weeks after birth, it was his word against mine etc etc but I so so wish I'd complained for all I was worth - and not just complained at "poor treatment" or "bad service" or some wishy washy whingeing - but had put forward a complaint of assault against him. I don't give a flying fuck whether it was technically a medical procedure or not - he hurt me, he hurt me really badly, and he made me feel violated and stupid - like I was a slab of meat without feelings or intelligence ..... far too lowly for him to waste his arrogant breath on. And the nurse colluded with that - which makes me feel even worse - a woman allowing another woman to be assaulted like that.
I "could" have said "stop" but I didn't get the bloody chance to - and because I wasn't expecting any sort of procedure, my head was in an entirely different place and if you know what I mean, it kind of took me a while to realise that something was happening I didn't want, didn't like, didn't understand. And after .... well, he was big Mr Important consultant wasn't he - and while I was still there, although I knew something had happened, I still didn't know (at that stage) what it was .... I was just stunned. I guess I more or less froze before coming to my senses a while later.
I'm not a stupid woman - far far from it - not that intelligence should have any bearing on how acceptable it is to assault a woman of course but somehow the fact he couldn't even be bothered to speak to me like a normal adult human made the whole thing even worse. He was so abrupt - and dishonest about his intentions. Oh ..... and to add insult to fucking injury, do you know what the only other thing the ignorant pig said to me that day was ? It was "did you have trouble conceiving ? " in what I am still convinced was a sneery tone of distate - I just murmured "no" - when I should have asked why he was asking me that ...... but I sussed his probable reason while I was still in the antenatal clinic that day, because I have rather a lot of hair down there, and I assume the sexist pig was suggesting I might have PCOS.
I just left there in pain like I'd been kicked in the stomach, feeling utterly used, and insulted by his unnecessary personal remark about something I'm very sensitive to, and feeling like the lowest of the low. I was knocked for six and couldn't quite believe what had happened. And THAT is why I didn't stand up for myself I'm sorry to say.