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I want anyone out there that has had something similar happen to not be afraid to get help, to tell someone. If it wasn't your choice, it wasn't your fault. Talk to someone. Get help. Don't ever be afraid.
Thank you to everyone that has shared their stories so far and thank you to all those that have supported them. I wish I had this kind of support when I went through this but I'm so glad to see the support coming through for all..
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I understand your pain, I empathize with you. I was gang-raped when I was 15 by 5 guys, one of whom I knew marginally. My mother discovered what happened from the evidence (stains on my clothes) but immediately jumped to the conclusion that I had willingly done whatever had occured. She told me that I seemed bent on bringing home some disease or other to the family. So instead of receiving the soothing comfort of a mother for a daughter I instead felt her recrimination and accusations against me.
Why was I stupid enough to leave the evidence where she could find it? I have no knowledge of coming home that night or what I did. Surely I must have bathed for that seems to be the universal desire even then in the 60's. But i don't remember it and I don't remember putting my new shorts, first time I wore them, in the laundry where common sense would have told me she would see them. But when she held them up to me it was like I was seeing them for the first time, i never knew they were so covered with the evidence left and the site sickened me even more.
Its left me hurt and mistrustful throughout my life that there is anyone there for me, ever.
Congrats to you for sharing. Be well.
I'm glad your story has a happy ending. This post will help others who find themselves in the same position. I have to point out, though, that there's a tiny chance that guy wants to say he's sorry. you would know better than I, but it did occur to me...
Thank you so much for sharing. I share your sorrow that this happened to you and that your supposed friends were not there for you when they should have been. Women especially need to be there for each other. And I'm happy that you won't allow yourself to continue to be a victim. That you've moved on and found happiness in your life with a good man is a testament to your personal power.
I do wonder if too many years have gone by to prosecute this guy, or at least to let others know in a public way what he did so that he might not be able to do this again to anyone else (and who knows, there may be other women he's done that to). That he goes unpunished for his crime is hard for me to swallow.
My best to you.
I'm so sorry that happened to you. I'm sorry that your friends were not supportive and didn't counsel you to go to the police. I'm sorry that guy is so supremely cocky and revolting that could rape a virgin and then ask to be her friend on facebook. That is, perhaps, the most disturbing aspect of your whole story. He took something precious away from you and now he's basically mocking you and rubbing your face in the fact that he got away with it. I'm glad you stopped him in his tracks before he could get any satisfaction.
I think you are very brave to speak out about it now, and I hope your story helps someone else.
I can relate to this so much that it's taken me this long to be able to settle my stomach enough to comment. Thank you so much for sharing it. I do believe that by sharing out stories we can help each other heal.
It's so hard to speak out when you still feel that nagging self-doubt. I still struggle with those doubts myself.. everyday.
Thank you for speaking out. Thank you for telling your story.. for standing up and calling it what it is.
There's so much of this I could have written myself. Except I was not unconscious. Thanks for sharing this. It makes me braver for when Maggie posts my story. Knowing i'm not alone.
You are so brave. I feel the same way about my own daughters.
date rape is the hardest thing to make people understand happened... been there, so, i understand.
the guy called me the next day and asked me out again, since we'd had, ".....such a good time"
tell those you feel you can trust, know there are many of us who have had this happen, and we do believe you.
those who don't? well, are they worth having as friends?
thank you all for your words. It was such a great release being able to post this. I thank Maggie for opening up this space and thank everyone before me and after who are willing to share their stories, struggles, survival, and hope. thank you so much for the words you have written to me. i have printed these off and put them in my journal to read if ever a time comes (i hope it does not) where i wonder about that night. i will read your words and remind myself that i am strong.
How many times a day is this same story written? Pick a campus -- any campus. Pick a day -- any day. It's such a common occurrence it's become a part of the landscape, assimilated into our collective consciousness so thoroughly that nobody notices anymore. Until it happens them... or someone they know. Until Friend A rapes Friend B and the whole world tilts on its axis. Maybe that's the reason you found no support from your friends. People don't like it when their world gets turned on its head. Easier to pretend that everything is normal, that it's okay. Come on, walk it off. It only hurts for a little while.
I hope that if I'd been one of those you'd turned to I'd have done a better job. I hope that if my college student son has a friend who turns to him that he'll do a better job. But it doesn't sound like your friends set the bar very high. It doesn't sound like doing a better job would be terribly challenging.
I have a theory about why you reacted to your husband the way you did... or do. when the original assault took place, your brain wasn't consciously recording the details, but your body certainly was. The body remembers. It never forgets, even when the brain tells it to. And I'm glad your husband understands this dynamic -- or seems to. At least now you have someone to turn to.
I hope you've gained some measure of comfort from telling your story here. I'm passing the link on to my son in the hope that he'll pass it on to his friends and classmates at UNC-G. And that they'll read it and take careful notes. Not just on how to avoid waking up naked in someone else's bed, but on how to be a friend to someone who has. By finding the courage to break your own silence, you've helped some other young woman find the courage to break hers. Or better still, to avoid finding herself in the same position.
And for that, I'm happy -- and grateful -- that you failed in your quest to destroy yourself. You would have done the world a great disservice had you succeeded.
The levels of denial some men exhibit are genuinely staggering. And it's sad how often victims become isolated and alienated by the experience when the perpetrator is part of your social circle.
I'm sorry you went through all that and the thought of him requesting friendship on Facebook fills me with rage.
I read this, thinking of my college aged daughter, and hoping the same never happens to her. The part about the lack of support really hit me...I'm pretty sure that's how the kids she goes to college with would react. She has friends but no TRUE friends, as you said.
I'm so sorry you're now doubting yourself. It happened - nothing that can stay with you this long and color so much of your life could be just a nightmare.
I am sorry this happened to you. I am sorry that your friends did not support you and you had to feel so alone.
i think that so often we are taught, as young girls, that we are responsible and boys cannot control themselves.
it's up to us to change the paradigm and you are bravely doing just that by writing this.
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isn't it awful that a tool normally used for "good" like FB can lead to pain like this? i've heard it from several folks--luckily, not for the reason you list, but for other painful reasons. i'm glad you ignored it.
i hope you can forgive him and yourself. forgetting is the cliched and unrealistic part of forgiving, but its absence doesn't negate the release you can get from forgiving nonetheless.
i hope writing this helped you feel better.
I am so sorry you did not get the support you deserved & needed.
Thank you for sharing your story. You did not do anything wrong and that guy is a moron for trying to contact you via Facebook. Stay strong and take care of yourself. You're doing a great job!
thanks for sharing.
sorry you had to find out the hard way that you had bad friends.
but be proud of yourself that you are healing and moving forward...cuz all of us here are darn proud of you! (hugs)
It's the shame and fear that no one will believe us, no one will support us, that keeps us silent for so long.
I'm so glad you were able to finally tell your story - and that while you sometimes doubt it, deep down you KNOW it was rape, and NOT your fault. And that you're working on building a relationship with your daughter where she knows she will never be judged, and can always turn to you.
I hope writing this, and rereading it, helped you heal some more. That Facebook request must have hurt beyond belief - I'm so sorry that it dredged up so many old feelings for you.
I am so sorry that this happened to you, and I am angry for you that you even have to wonder if it was true or not. You don't have to pass out to black out.. and the guy may have thought you were conscious, and that's why he never thought he did anything wrong. Or he may have just been on a power trip. Do not doubt your memory. Do not doubt that your experience and pain are real. Thank you so much for sharing your story and giving us a glimpse into your heart. My thought sare with you as you continue to heal!
You brought back some memories I'd long since buried. Similar scene...but I was the friend. My drinking partner passed out & I couldn't get her to move. I had to get home to check in but I snuck back out to go get her. She'd experienced something painfully similar to your story - she woke to find another partier on top of her. When I got back to the party-house she was hysterical - and PO'd at me for leaving her. I never doubted her story. I went and found the host and told him what happened. I wish I'd done more. We were young (HS) and stupid.
Girls - travel in pairs and never leave your partner unattended. Especially if they're passed out. It's hard to imagine that your male friends can't be trusted but...evidence indicates - better safe than sorry.
Anonymous - thank you for sharing.
You said it best: "If it wasn’t your choice, it wasn’t your fault." I am so glad you can write that - that's a huge realization and a step many people are unable to make.
I feel fury that your friends weren't more supportive and that you felt so alone. No one should have to go through anything like that without a least one kind word. I'm sorry the support is so overdue.
I admire your courage through all of this, especially when confronted with this person years later. As FreedomFirst wrote, "Stay strong." And keep healing. You can only get better and better from here.
If you woke up hurting and you didn't expect to be naked, that in itself is proof enough that you were raped. Don't question yourself any more. You were unconscious, he took advantage of that, and that is rape. There probably aren't any details to find. He raped an unconscious girl and refuses to believe that you don't remember because that makes what he did wrong. What can he say? "You passed out, so I had sex with you." That sounds so wrong, so he lives in denial.
Keep moving forward, and don't let these doubts pague you any longer. It happened, it can't un-happen, but you're not going to let it run your life and that's wonderful. Stay strong!
I was in a similar situation years and years ago - woke up in someone's bed I don't even remember meeting. Making peace with what happened was sped along by a couple of my friends who told me I was completely lucid the entire night, told them where i was going and with whom, and then did it. I remember NONE of that. Bottom line is that being coherent is not always a sign that you're OK. My friends couldn't save me from myself, and it appears that the part of my brain that clicks in when I've had a few too many is far more careless and wild than the sober me. Reconciling those two is extremely difficult! I suppose the message is: if you see a friend behaving out-of-character after partying, don't htink they know what they're doing. Help them out by pouring them into their own bed before they wake up in someone else's.
It's truly wonderful you've built a good life. Enjoy it, be proud of yourself for moving beyond this shocking episode! Well done!
I know how you feel. I had this happen to me miltiple times duirng my partying years.
Guys---if a girl is not coherent, she can't give CONSENT.
I'm sorry you didn't get any support.
Thank you for sharing.
I'm so sorry you didn't get the support you deserved when you needed it most but admire how, despite that, you are offering up your story in support of others who need it probably more than they can even verbalize. (And who might even have trouble getting it from their own friends as well.) "If it wasn't your choice, it wasn't your fault." Amen.
Good luck to you and best wishes moving forward.
I am so sorry your friends didn't support you. Thank you for sharing your story. I'm sure that it will help others facing a similar situation. Drunk rape / date rape happens way too often. I have friends from college too ashamed to report it as well.
I had the same lack of support over a drunk rape. Even to the extent that my 'friends' kept trying to convince me to drink when I stopped right afterwards.
It's hard to remember when you're young that it really is rape. Thank you for your bravery in writing this. I know how traumatic it is to relive in the writing.
i could have written this story. except instead of college, it was high school. drinking wasn't involved, but the lack of support of "friends" and the rest all happened to me. I'm glad you found a man who can love and support you. i hope to some day, as well. :)