Bandit58
Sir's wonder woman
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Apart from the friends I've made on the net only my lover and a couple of close female friends know what I went through. I never told anyone about the date rape that happened until I started having flashbacks a few weeks after I moved out. I live alone and it was so scary, all the feelings of pain and shame and fear came up again and this all happened when I was 18 years old - 25 years ago.
He was drunk and we'd gone on a rugby trip for the weekend (he used to play). I'd gone to bed earlier because I had a headache and so I was asleep when he came into the room at about 2am. I heard him staggering about getting undressed and then he got into the bed and rolled over and grabbed me. He pushed my legs apart and entered me and god it hurt so much.....I tried to push him off but he was too strong and just kept going, all I remember is pain and fear cos he wouldn't stop, I remember trying to tell him to get off but he wouldn't listen. It seemed to go on for ages......when he finished he just rolled over and went to sleep and I lay there petrified and in shock. Why I stayed with him I'll never know.......if I'd broken up with him then I would have saved myself years of grief. But I was afraid even then......of his reaction, of being alone......he was my first boyfriend and the first person to show interest in me, my self esteem was non existent and I thought no one else would want me.
Over the years I thought I hated sex, but it was much later that I knew it was sex with him that I hated. He did a good job of blaming me for my lack of response. When I told my lover what happened to me he was appalled......he called it rape. Once a week I was raped by my own husband. It wasn't so bad in the beginning.......I didn't know any different and when the kids came along I concentrated on them.......but they grew up and I started doing anything I could to avoid going to bed with him, hoping he would be asleep when I finally did.......it worked sometimes......and when I was menstruating that's when I caught up on my sleep because he wouldn't touch me then......I could relax
It took years to get up the courage to leave. Now I see the real person he is......he only speaks to me when he has to because of the kids and last time I went to pick up my son and he was there he didn't even come out of the house. I don't think he knows how to show affection, if he ever felt any for me......in all our married life I never saw his parents show affection to each other. He would never hold my hand or kiss me in public.......the one time I tried he shook me off. I've only ever seen him cry twice......the first time was when his best friend was killed in a shooting accident and the last time was when I told him I was leaving. Too little too damn late.....I didn't care anymore he killed anything I ever felt for him over the years. If it wasn't for the kids I wouldn't bother having any contact with him. Just seeing him brings back all the bad feelings......
ElvenAngel I know that feeling of relief when you finally tell someone what happened to you......I hope you can get some counselling to help you deal with it.....it will never fully go away but you can learn not to let it hurt the same. I haven't had any professional help but I have good friends and a wonderful man who have given me so much love
It has only been a few months for me so if I think I need it I most certainly will go and see someone.......
He was drunk and we'd gone on a rugby trip for the weekend (he used to play). I'd gone to bed earlier because I had a headache and so I was asleep when he came into the room at about 2am. I heard him staggering about getting undressed and then he got into the bed and rolled over and grabbed me. He pushed my legs apart and entered me and god it hurt so much.....I tried to push him off but he was too strong and just kept going, all I remember is pain and fear cos he wouldn't stop, I remember trying to tell him to get off but he wouldn't listen. It seemed to go on for ages......when he finished he just rolled over and went to sleep and I lay there petrified and in shock. Why I stayed with him I'll never know.......if I'd broken up with him then I would have saved myself years of grief. But I was afraid even then......of his reaction, of being alone......he was my first boyfriend and the first person to show interest in me, my self esteem was non existent and I thought no one else would want me.
Over the years I thought I hated sex, but it was much later that I knew it was sex with him that I hated. He did a good job of blaming me for my lack of response. When I told my lover what happened to me he was appalled......he called it rape. Once a week I was raped by my own husband. It wasn't so bad in the beginning.......I didn't know any different and when the kids came along I concentrated on them.......but they grew up and I started doing anything I could to avoid going to bed with him, hoping he would be asleep when I finally did.......it worked sometimes......and when I was menstruating that's when I caught up on my sleep because he wouldn't touch me then......I could relax
It took years to get up the courage to leave. Now I see the real person he is......he only speaks to me when he has to because of the kids and last time I went to pick up my son and he was there he didn't even come out of the house. I don't think he knows how to show affection, if he ever felt any for me......in all our married life I never saw his parents show affection to each other. He would never hold my hand or kiss me in public.......the one time I tried he shook me off. I've only ever seen him cry twice......the first time was when his best friend was killed in a shooting accident and the last time was when I told him I was leaving. Too little too damn late.....I didn't care anymore he killed anything I ever felt for him over the years. If it wasn't for the kids I wouldn't bother having any contact with him. Just seeing him brings back all the bad feelings......
ElvenAngel I know that feeling of relief when you finally tell someone what happened to you......I hope you can get some counselling to help you deal with it.....it will never fully go away but you can learn not to let it hurt the same. I haven't had any professional help but I have good friends and a wonderful man who have given me so much love
It has only been a few months for me so if I think I need it I most certainly will go and see someone.......