Buckle up, this is going to be a long one.
So about 25 years ago I was seeing this guy for about 3 months. There was a party that we were going to with a group of his friends. He then got called away with work meaning he would miss this party but said I could still go and one of his good friends would take me. I went with said friend and after only a couple of hours felt really drunk and wanted to go. I was staying at boyfriend's house on my own.
The friend said he'd make sure I got home ok but as we left for some reason didn't think we needed to get a taxi and could walk it.
By this time I could barely stand up let alone walk but walk we did with me clinging on to him for support.
Next thing I know I come round in a ditch and he's having sex with me. I must've passed out and I clearly remember thinking what the hell's going on! How did this happen. I thought I must've encouraged it somehow but having blacked out couldn't remember if I did or not.
He then walked me back to where I was staying and nothing more was said. I just went to bed.
A couple of weeks after that I finished with the boyfriend. I think I felt guilty for allowing that to happen.
This, for some reason, has been playing on my mind every now and then for the last couple of years and have come to the realisation that he probably slipped something in my drink as there's no way I would've been so drunk after just a couple of hours, being unable to stand and blacking out.
I thought probably for 15-20 years that it was my fault. That I allowed this to happen.
AIBU to now think that it wasn't my fault at all and shouldn't be ashamed.