I'd be interested on your perspectives of this situation. I rarely think about it, but the MeToo campaign, and recent events has brought it to the forefront of my mind and I'd rather it wasn't.
About 16 years ago, while in my 20s, I was recently split up and moved out from my partner. A friend at work encouraged me to join his amateur dramatics group.
There was a guy in his 50s, who came from some big theatre who everyone seemed to be in awe of. He had been round to some other females house to help her practise so I agreed when he offered to help me.
Came to my house to practise. I shared a bottle of wine with my sister. She went out. I just rememer getting really drunk, not sure on what. He took me to buy more alcohol. Encouraged me to practice this other women's scene which had a kiss. I don't recall much else aside from a few sexual flash backs that I don't know if they were true or me making up the worst thing in my mind. It was bad if true. I was blacked out (not unconscious). I woke up in bed the next morning utterly confused and disorientated.
I went to the GP for all the tests and he was concerned.
I've had drunken sex before and not questioned it. I was thinking maybe I had agreed or led this person on etc but it felt so wrong. He was sober. The thing that made it worse was the next bit.
He kept texting the next day, saying he loved me. I didn't respond. He turned up the next day and was insistent he came in. He didn't want me to tell anyone. When I said I couldn't remember what happened, he refused to tell me and said it was best I didn't know. I struggled to get him to leave as he was worried about what people may say.
NC and may not come back but I've no idea what to make of it. I think I need to make sense of it finally.