December32009
str8nochaser has me thinking
about some skeletons in my closet as well.
I was sexually abused since I’ve been in college. It happened last semester. It was a friend of mine that wanted to hangout one Saturday night when I was at home cleaning and stuff. I remember he wore tons of cologne that I thought was stinky. I wasn’t drunk and he didn’t actually attend college anymore, he graduated the fall prior, he also didn’t actually rape me because it couldn’t get that far. I of course told him no repeatedly, moved his hands, pushed him, told him I was serious and to get off me, but he overpowered me, held me down and forced himself upon me. Thankfully I was on my period, but even after he figured it out he didn’t stop. He continued to assault and violate me until I wore myself out fighting him off and pretty much passed out. He left a few hours later thinking he did nothing wrong.
Until this day, when someone passes me with the same stinky cologne on, I get kind of scared.
It never occurred to me that I maybe should have report him…who knows who he’s successfully raped. I figured because there was no penetration, there was no crime, but I was wrong. I was traumatized from that experience for a good amount of time afterward, I didn’t trust ANY of my male friends. How did I not realize that what he did was a crime? I probably also wouldn’t have reported it because the law wouldn’t have done anything anyway.
I think the most disturbing thing about the situation is that I’ve told the story to 4 people, all males, and they always ask me the same question. “Why did you let a stranger come in your apartment?”
