I understand where he was coming from. Many of you would consider I had been raped in this situation. I didn't then and I'm not sure I do now.
Late 70s, I'm 18 or 19. The man was someone I had had sex with on several occasions, willingly as he was very good looking and could be quite charming but I was beginning to realise he was also a selfish, arrogant tosser.
He came to my hall of residence late one night, I hadn't asked him and not sure how he got past the door man, possibly got in just before the doors were locked. I didn't want to have sex, but from past experience I knew it would be over very quickly.I didn't want to shout and make a fuss and I was on the pill.
I put it down as an "unfortunate sexual experience" which many of us had in the 70s and confirmation that , yes, he was actually as vile as I had begun to think. I don't think I'd ever heard the term "date rape"
I really don't think it compares with the experience of say the woman in the vicarage rape case or war rape victims. He didn't hurt me, it lasted a couple of minutes at most, there was no risk of pregnancy and this was pre-AIDS. I don't recall being traumatised or much beyond being a bit angry. He was told never to speak to or come anywhere near me again.