I Lost Count, But I Remember The Damage

This is one of my experiences of sexual abuse. Honestly, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been abused — the number is blurry now. He was my boss, a married man with three kids, probably 35 to 38 years old. After work, he would take me to his garden. He poured alcohol down my throat — way too much. Even when I told him “You’re pouring too much, I can’t drink this,” he kept pressuring me to finish the glass. At first I agreed to drink with him, but I clearly told him multiple times that I wasn’t ready for sex. I even said I would do oral but not full sex. I got so drunk that I don’t remember exactly when it started. Suddenly he was having sex with me. I was screaming the whole time. He even told me to scream louder — my throat hurt the next day. He didn’t use a condom or any lube. Every time it was painful. Afterwards and the next day I would bleed when I went to the bathroom, even though I wasn’t on my period. I went to a gynecologist alone. The pelvic exam was extremely painful. She told me I had a bad infection, cleaned me up, and I had to take antibiotics. I also got tested for STDs — thankfully everything came back negative. There were other times too. Once I told him I was on my period and that I was drunk and wanted to sleep, but he still took my clothes off and rubbed himself on me until he finished. Every single time, as soon as he ejaculated he would get dressed and leave without saying a word. For a long time I blamed myself completely. I thought “I got in his car myself, I drank, so it’s my fault.” Right after it happened I was destroyed — extremely anxious, crying for months, and even now, almost a year later, I still cry about it and feel deep shame and guilt. I keep asking myself why I let this happen. But I know now that none of it was my fault. I said no. I was too drunk to truly consent. He took advantage of me and ignored my boundaries and my pain. I’m still healing. Sharing this is part of that process.