#1774

I’m a 22 year old woman. I’ve only had two sexual experiences in my life which involved two different men on two different occasions having sex with me while they thought I was asleep (some context: the first time I was 16 I threw a small house “party” less than ten people, as it got later in the night I felt tired so I rested my eyes on my couch and he came onto me and I just froze keeping my eyes closed and body limp as if I was asleep. I remember telling myself in the moment “don’t make a scene” afterwards I would tell myself that sexual assault was bound to happen to me eventually and to just be grateful it wasn’t violent. The next day I tried to tell myself it didn’t happen that I just “fell asleep and dreamt it” but I couldn’t deny the way my body felt, the way it hurt, and how my underwear was pulled to the side. The only time I had been somewhat intimate with someone before then was with boyfriend I had my freshman year of high school. He was incredibly respectful of my decision of not being ready for sex or anything similar so all we did was kiss and make out. The second time I’m not sure how old I was maybe 18. I was at my best friends house and we invited her friend that was over 21 so he could bring us alcoholic drinks. That time is very fuzzy I just remember fighting falling asleep on the couch but again I behaved like an imbecile and rested my eyes telling myself my best friend is with me I’m safe. What I didn’t know is that she had went to her bedroom to sleep and the guy moved me from a sitting upright position to lay my head on his lap. At first he was just kissing my face and lips while I just pretended to be asleep. I knew it was weird but I told myself it was fine and that I was strong enough to handle it. Then he picked me up and brought me to a bedroom where he had sex with my apparent unconscious body. The next morning is a complete blur except for the bruising on my legs and hickeys on my torso. Although writing this I’m realizing those could have just been bruises aswell). I feel so deeply ashamed that I just layed there and accepted it when the least I could’ve done is open my eyes and say “stop”. I didn’t know either of them very well but I considered them friends and thought they would come to their senses and stop before fully “committing” to the act. I was wrong. I’m 22 now and I have zero desire for any sexual or intimate relationships/experiences of any kind and I feel like there’s something wrong with me. My friends talk about sex and how they love being in relationships and the intimacy that comes with it but I just can’t fathom ever willingly putting myself in any relationship or situation like that. I’ve never talked about my sexual assault but my friends have opened up to me about their experiences and how it made them hyper sexual and they are all currently in loving relationships. I just wish I could be “normal”. I think about what happened everyday especially in the shower when I’m scrubbing my skin foolishly hoping that it will “erase” what my body remembers. A few of my friends that told me about their experience with sexual assault said they froze and I feel empathy and sympathy for them along with anger and disgust towards the person who assaulted them. But when it comes to me I can’t help but feel hate and disgust towards myself and blame myself for it, believing I deserved it because I let it happen. I also don’t even feel angry with the guys that did that me, just defeated. I made this post because I wanted to take a step towards talking about my experiences and hopefully healing from them but I’m not ready to open up to my friends about what happened me although I think of few of them already have suspicions because of my total disinterest in sex and relationships along with the way I spring awake ready to run out a door or jump out of a car if I’m woken up with physical touch. Vulnerability isn’t a strength of mine and I find the anonymity of this page comforting. I’m also open to any advise people might have that have been in similar situations. I feel like since my first and only times having “sex” weren’t consensual that I’ll never develop sexual emotions and that makes me feel inadequate and fundamentally marred. I’m sorry for writing such a long post but I do feel a sense of relief from writing this down and putting it out there even if it is anonymous. To whoever reads this- You’re beautiful inside and out. I hope happiness finds you today and it feels like gentle shower of warm sunshine on tired skin. Thank you for taking the time to read my post💛