NC. This incident has been playing on my mind for years and I need some help seeing it clearly.
When I was 25 I got into a brief relationship with a work colleague. Nice man, charming, funny. We just went on a few dates, nothing happened. One evening he rang and said he wanted to come over to my house, thought nothing of it and gave him my address. As soon as he arrived it was clear he wanted sex. He kept asking me to go upstairs with him and I kept saying no , but he picked me up bodily and carried me upstairs ( I vividly remember trying to hold on to the doorframe, I was physically struggling to get out of his arms). All the time he was laughing and joking like it was a game? I kind of froze and thought he’d listen to me as I thought he was genuinely messing about but of course he didn’t and had sex with me on my bed. I just lay there.
And here’s the bit I’m so angry and upset with myself over. I was so ashamed of myself and my behaviour (saying no) that I apologised for being so crap and let him sleep with me again later that evening.
I’m still so disgusted with myself for letting him have sex with me - the first time I had no control over, but the second I absolutely did. What the hell was I thinking? What kind of shit reaction did I have and does it mean I was at fault for the whole thing, I didn’t say ‘no’ strong enough? I hate myself because of this, it plays on my mind. I ask if I was assaulted because a big part of me knows it was my fault for being so bloody naive, and having piss-poor boundaries.
I don’t really know what I’m asking for, part of me hopes people will understand but a bigger part expects people will say don’t be stupid, that wasn’t assault, get over yourself (and I don’t know why I feel like that).