This happened a long time ago.
I was 19 yrs old and I am now in my forties.
I was, at the time just getting experience in acting and was working toward my Equity card, which is like a Union card for those in the entertainment business. I'd done a few things and was advised to meet an agent. I went with my mum and dad (I'd had a sheltered upbringing!). Anyway, we had a good meeting and he, this man, invited us all out for dinner and to discuss further options the following week.
We met; we ate and my mum and sister said they felt it time to go home. The man said I ought to stay and he'd drop me off home later, no problem. I agreed. Some time later, we left the venue and drove some while in the car. He pulled off the road into an area of what looked like wasteland....deserted garages, burntout cars and it was in the middle of nowhere. I knew i was in trouble. He stopped the car and we talked for a while and I knew it wasn't right but being a bit naive (yes, even at 20) I chatted for a bit. He became intimate and I said "what are we doing here, I should really get home". He said I knew what we were doing there and I shouldn't have encouraged him and was verbally aggressive and laughing at me. What followed was "consented" to on my part because frankly, I had felt safe with this man, he'd spent the evening with my parents and I imagined from his demeanour that if I didn't go along with it I might not get home in one piece. At all.
Afterward, he didn't take me home. He stopped the car in the middle of an area I had no idea of and made me get out. I walked some way in disbelief and wondering what I was going to say to my parents.
What happened there? It haunts me to this day. I got into the car with the man. Whatever happened, was my own fault having done that and allowing him to buy me dinner. He expected sex, in return. It was awful and when he could see I was crying he shook his head and said I knew the score etc etc.
A recent traumatic event has happened to a close family member and I find myself unable to stop thinking about something that I've spent 25 yrs plus trying to (shamefully) put behind me.
So many yearsmlater