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- Apr 13, 2026
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It was about a year ago. It was my now-girlfriend's ex. It was in the home I live in now. We got rid of every trace of her, but now the memory is jolting back up when I really don't need it to.
I was 18, and I was consenting at first, that's why it took me so long to finally realize it, but after talking over it with a friend and my gf, I know what happened.
I should've done something, said something, anything. It's so hard no to blame myself for the things she did to me. I just have to accept that I was completely dissociated and couldn't say no while she kept going.
I was literally crying while it was happening, I came out of it and cried in my now-girlfriend's arms, and I cried days and weeks later. How did it take me a year to actually realize that I was raped. It's like I had only processed that pain as regret and the truth finally hit me two days ago.
Part of me does not want to lose that control. I want to tell myself that I had, and still have, control over things, that if something bad happens it's my fault because I hold that control... but it's just not true... I was raped that night.
I wanna tell myself that I never should've said yes and that I'm a fucking dumbass, but no. I was raped by a woman 12 years older than me. I had never had intimate experiences before. I was in the perfect position to be taken advantage of, and I've know that for a while, it's the rape part that's hard to accept.
It's like, yeah, I was taken advantage of, but that doesn't mean I was raped! That just means I was young and dumb and was manipulated into a bad situation. That's not rape is it?
But as all the memories I had repressed are flashing back before my eyes, I realize how wrong I was.
It was rape. I was dissociating, I was crying, I couldn't stop her, and she kept going. I was raped.
why... why can't i move on a year later...~×
I was 18, and I was consenting at first, that's why it took me so long to finally realize it, but after talking over it with a friend and my gf, I know what happened.
I should've done something, said something, anything. It's so hard no to blame myself for the things she did to me. I just have to accept that I was completely dissociated and couldn't say no while she kept going.
I was literally crying while it was happening, I came out of it and cried in my now-girlfriend's arms, and I cried days and weeks later. How did it take me a year to actually realize that I was raped. It's like I had only processed that pain as regret and the truth finally hit me two days ago.
Part of me does not want to lose that control. I want to tell myself that I had, and still have, control over things, that if something bad happens it's my fault because I hold that control... but it's just not true... I was raped that night.
I wanna tell myself that I never should've said yes and that I'm a fucking dumbass, but no. I was raped by a woman 12 years older than me. I had never had intimate experiences before. I was in the perfect position to be taken advantage of, and I've know that for a while, it's the rape part that's hard to accept.
It's like, yeah, I was taken advantage of, but that doesn't mean I was raped! That just means I was young and dumb and was manipulated into a bad situation. That's not rape is it?
But as all the memories I had repressed are flashing back before my eyes, I realize how wrong I was.
It was rape. I was dissociating, I was crying, I couldn't stop her, and she kept going. I was raped.
why... why can't i move on a year later...~×
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