All the despicable Henry Weinstein news has been playing on my mind and I think I need to get this out.
When I was 20, I worked in a grotty little pub for a landlord in his 50s. The interview process was a load of girls sat in a room, he didn't ask us any questions, he just seemed to choose two of us based on our appearance. I mean he literally just asked us to write our names on a piece of paper then leave. Anyway, I got the job along with another girl.
A week into working there he told me he took all new recruits on a night out which involved challenges. My memory of the night is hazy but he made me drink a lot of shots. I was horribly drunk.
The next thing I remember is waking up, in a room above the pub, and he was on top of me, having sex with me. I was definitely passed out. That's rape. No question. What I can't make sense of in my mind is that I then pretended to enjoy it. I don't know why. Maybe because I didn't want to be raped? I didn't enjoy it. I didn't want it. But why didn't I stop him? Does that "undo" the rape element?
I've only told one person. Who unfortunately was my now exdp. His response was to walk away from me (we were in a bar). He actually left the bar and I had to run after him. He never ever mentioned it again but the next day vaguely apologised (without mentioning the incident) for behaving badly.
The other thing I can't make sense of is that I don't feel bad about it. I can very easily push it to the back of my mind. However. I've recently been having a lot of casual sex and I feel really bad about myself. I'm wondering if I do have unresolved feelings about this after all and I'm lying to myself?
I'm really confused. I don't even know why I've written this.