So many sad stories on here
and that news link was the one I was talking aboutin OP.
I wanted to share a story, and hope it doesn't sound too glib following on from some of the others.
When I was younger and relatively inexperienced (I had just come out of my first sexual relationship) the following happened:
I went on a date with a guy I had met out clubbing. Call him M. We got on well, were snogging in the pub and club we went to. M missed his train home. I told him he could stay at mine. We snogged some more, got into bed in our underwear. Things were getting heated, we both knew sex was on the cards. And then I thought "no", "I'm not up for this, I don't fancy you as much as I thought and I'm not ready for someone new". At this point I had my underwear off and M was on top of me in his boxers. I said to him something to the effect "I don't feel like it now". He kept kissing me and said "come on, come on". I said no. And then he got up, said "ok have it your way" or something and awkwardly I got him a blanket and he slept on the sofa.
Do I regret going to bed with someone in that way when I was young and unsure? Yes
But I know the responsibility, the choice was with M. He made the right choice, not to rape me. Even though he could have "got away with it". We both must have known that, in the moment.
Not sure of the point of this, but it feels important to me. Maybe the point that rape is a choice, not the result of "risky" behaviour by a woman or of a man's "uncontrollable" urges.
Every time my dad babysits his grandaughters, or my DP is alone with me, or I have a 1-1 meeting with a male colleague they subconsciusly (or consciously?) choose not to rape.
There's another side of the coin but don't think I'll go there today.