I have never written this down and I only told my husband about it last night when I'd been drinking. I don't know whether this was rape / abuse or my own fault. I think maybe both? Or maybe unintended rape. Not sure. But even though it happened years ago I still hate thinking about it.
When I was 22 I started working in an investment bank in the City. I had a long term boyfriend I'd met at uni but the relationship wasn't great. We were like brother and sister. He never wanted to sleep with me and I felt miserably rejected.
About a year after I started work I lost over 3 stone in weight and men started paying me a lot of attention. This went straight to my head. One of those men was my boss. He was 13 years older than me and married with kids.
I was very stupid and basically started an affair with him. There was no affection. He didn't want to leave his wife he just wanted sex and I thought I did too.
I didn't find him very attractive, in fact having sex with him often sickened me and made me feel dirty and used. He used to get me as drunk as possible - I remember ordering white wine so I could pour it into the ice bucket and seem like I'd drunk more because he was so pressing about forcing booze on me.
He would rent rooms in cheap motels and we would have sex. I'd go home drunk and sit in the bath sobbing and washing myself. He would call me a naughty girl and act like I was desperate for sex while often I was hating it.
More than once he penetrated me without my consent when I was passed out or sleeping. He would attempt to persuade me to do things I was disgusted by. On one occasion I woke up as he penetrated me anally very brutally (sorry for being graphic) and for once I stopped him as it was so painful and I was bleeding. Often I was so drunk I didn't know what he did to me. He would try to grope me in public places and try to have sex with me in loos and behind restaurants.
This went on for 18 months.
I kept going back and agreeing to go out with him in the evenings - even though I knew he would probably get me drunk and want sex which I would give in to. Why did I do that?
He was my department head at work and my job was entirely dependent on his whims. I only managed to break it off when I left to work in another country for a few months as I managed to get away from him.
When I look back now as someone who is the same age he was then (mid/late 30s) and I see young girls the age I was I realise how manipulated I was and how he used my vulnerability and his job to coerce me into the things he wanted. But I still CHOSE to put myself into that situation so its actaully my fault. If I just refused to go out with him or LET him do those things to me then it would have stopped. Why did I do that to myself?
Its all come back to me as this man emailed me last week. I just don't know WHY I let myself get into that position. And now I have my own daughters I hate the thought that they could too. Its so confusing. Do you think I could benefit from counselling or is it too long ago?
Do you think he knew what he was doing or did he really believe I was happy with everything and fully consenting / enjoying it?