My first time sharing my whole story.

I had my first real “boyfriend” when I was 14, he was 17. We dated for a total of 2 weeks and he told me he loved me after 3 days. He was my first kiss. After a week, I walked with him to his house and sat on his bed. At first, he was down at my feet, rubbing and kissing them. Then he started coming on to me, kissing me and climbing on top of me. I don’t remember what was said. But I vividly remember laying on the bed, repeating the word “no” as he continued to pull down my pants. I was uncomfortable, frozen, in shock. I didn’t enjoy it, I just wanted it to be over with. He finished twice but the entire act lasted no more than 5 minutes. Afterwards, he smoked weed and played video games while I continued to lay in bed, frozen, ashamed. I told my dad to pick me and he did. For the last week of the relationship, his 17 year old ex girlfriend told him I was crying in the bathroom taking a pregnancy test, which was entirely false. She was apparently friends with this girl I hung out with in gym class who learned the whole experience from the ex and told me “you know he has a foot fetish right?” I became extremely uncomfortable learning what a fetish was for the first time and connecting the dots with his behavior. At the same time, he was texting another ex girlfriend who was also 14 or 15 years old and said she was threatening to report him to the police. I don’t remember what for, but I can assume it was a similar situation. He came over to my house when my parents weren’t home and we had sex again. Immediately afterwards he cried, broke up with me, and left. I told my friends at the time about the experience, and for the next 4 years they all repeatedly said it wasn’t rape. After that, I’ve only been brave enough to tell one other person, terrified that they wouldn’t take me seriously either. I never told an adult. To this day, I still think about what was taken from me. My innocence, my happiness, my freedom, the person I could’ve been was gone. I still feel ashamed even when I remind myself, it wasn’t my fault. I’ve achieved happiness through years of heartache, but I’m forever weighed down by the choices of someone who did know better.