I posted a while ago about a bad experience I had many years ago which was starting to surface again and cause issues in everyday life. Previous thread here but basically I woke to find someone having sex with me. I’d always blamed myself and labelled it “bad sex” but on confessing to a friend they made me realise it might be more than that. The overwhelming opinion on my previous thread was that it was rape.
I’ve had six months (so far) of therapy to deal with this and other more historic issues that have come up, and that affected how I responded to this incident. There been a hell of a lot to deal with, and it’s a work in progress, but for this incident at least I had got to a point where I did see it as rape and not my fault.
DH has been slightly bemused by my going for therapy and I decided to confide in him about this. As I said in my previous thread, I had confessed to him afterwards but had said it was a one night stand which (blaming myself) was how I saw it at the time.
It went about as badly as it could have done. DH claimed not to remember me telling him before but said that if I had I was now changing my story. I tried to explain how I hadn’t seen it for what it was until I had started going back over it recently when I was affected by it but he wouldn’t believe me. Had a go at me about my behaviour afterwards (I went off the rails big time to be fair). Blamed therapy for “planting ideas”. Said if I was drunk I wouldn’t know whether I had said yes or not (but I was asleep? I couldn’t have said anything). I was trying to explain but couldn’t stop crying, I pointed out that I had just told him I had been raped and asked whether that bothered him at all - his response was that well, if that was what happened that was bad, but really I had invited it by getting drunk, missing my bus and staying over, and that I continued to invite the same now by going out after work and sometimes missing the bus. (I get myself back other ways or stay with safe friends now - I do not take the same sorts of risks as I did back then).
My head is in pieces and I don’t know what to think now. I had got to the point where I could see it for what it was, I didn’t blame myself and felt much better about it and now I just don’t know what’s right anymore. This was over 24 hours ago and we just haven’t mentioned it since and I don’t know what’s to think. I also have a horrible feeling he’s going to be difficult about me continuing therapy and socialising around work. Maybe he is right and I did deserve it, I don’t know, I feel terrible.
I’m not sure how to get past this.