It has taken me three days to read this thread, which I have often wanted to stop. But I felt like I couldn't help but read - bear witness to - the experiences here.
Like lots of people, I thought 'no, never been raped', and have remembered more and more as the thread has gone on. Some of which I'm horrified I forgot.
- lots of nightclub groping and grinding - something a poster said upthread about it being the lads mag 90s culture really resonated with me. I think I did my fair share of bum pinching and unsolicited grinding in return because I just thought that's how it worked. But I'm not proud in hindsight. I spent a lot of my late teens/early 20s trying to be 'one of the lads', a and minimising sexually aggressive behaviour.
- fair bit of cat calling which mostly makes me humiliated/uncomfortable because, being fat and plain, I assume they're taking the piss
- as a 15yo, my step grandfather (first time I met him, we were on holiday staying near where he lived) kept going on about what a lovely young girl I was, how happy he was to have met me at last. Clearly remember him standing facing me, grabbing my upper arms and massaging them with his thumbs, working his way up the sleeves of my T-shirt , into my armpit and under my bra, rubbing the side of my boobs. All time he was holding me really tightly. I was terrified. Never saw him again, made it my mission to find excuses not to see him, thank goodness he and my SF weren't closer.
-early 20s in London, flashed on the street at night by a middle aged man
-early 20s again, also London, on a first date with someone I meet online dating. Terrible date, no chemistry, walking back to tube in awkward silence and he chooses the moment we're in a dark alley to tell me he has a huge erection. Nothing happened and I don't think he meant to intimidate me particularly (although, wft?!). But it did make me really feel my potential vulnerability if he had tried to assault me. Also, it was SO out of context for the tube of the evening I wonder whether he was trying to unsettle me.
-lots of incidents (5 or 6?) of being cornered on buses by men 'flirting' with me, then getting at best petulant and at worst shouty when I wasn't interested - implying I was 'up myself' for not wanting to give them my number
-late 20s in New York - stranger frotting against my hands 'to completion' on a packed Saturday night subway train. Instead of moving/shouting/anything I froze and just let him do it. Made a pub anecdote of it but actually it made me feel sick.
- in my mid 20s, unbelievably drunk, brought a stranger home and had sex with him. Don't remember any of it except a few jumbled snapshot images. Expect I was enthusiastic participant on its own terms but must have been REALLY obviously hammered, barely coherent. When I woke up he had stolen laptop, money, phone, passport. My (temporary, stranger) flatmates were angry at me for being so promiscuous as to bring home a thief and putting them at risk (although none of their stuff was taken); they asked me to leave. I was humiliated, ashamed, felt like a slut. Didn't appear to occur to any of them he almost certainly targeted me because I was so drunk and in some ways I felt raped. Certainly humiliated, violated and scared. I don't think I was physically forced, although I have no recollection, but I think I was coerced under false pretences. Reported to police, asked to be tested for rohypnol (which was negative). They went through the motions but I had the impression they thought I was stupid and slutty. Refused to ask nightclub for CCTV of us leaving, or talk to the club about whether this had happened before, or interview door staff. Wouldn't even pass on the description my friend gave them. I called the club in the end and told them myself because I wanted them to be on the lookout in case he tried to do it to someone else.
All that stuff, and although obviously others have had far worse happen, I find it hard to believe I thought 'nope, not me' at first. And scared for my two little girls. How do I keep them safe?