#69

I came out as a gay man when I was 18. Shortly after I found an LGBTQ+ youthgroup in my city, went there and found lots of amazing friends. I've never been much of a party-person, but they took me to gay parties and I loved it. We went clubbing a lot until shortly after I turned 19. I was still very inexperienced, I had dated two or three guys til then but we never went further than kissing or holding hands. It was a classical saturday evening: Me and some friends went clubbing again. Since I still lived with my parents a bit outside of the city I had to sleep at a friends flat. We went to the gay club and had a lot of fun. I drank way too much, but that 'normal' for me back than. At the end of the party when a lot of people where already gone, my friend who I wanted to stay with went to the toilet. Right after we wanted to head home. I waited for him at the bar. A guy came up. It was a guy I've know for a while now. He was twice my age and a policeman. Very nice guy actually, I always thought, but the age difference was too much for me, so I never really went with it when he tried to flirt with me. As I said, I was already pretty drunk and I wanted to get home, but he convinced me to have just one last drink with him. I accepted took a few sips, we kept talking and he urged me to drink up quickly. I was feeling really weird all of a sudden. He said, whe should get out of here to get some fresh air. I didn't want to, I wanted to wait for my friend, but the police guy said, that he already went home. I tried to explain to him, that he was only on the toilet and would come back any moment, but I was feeling worse and worse every second, so I agreed to wait outside to get some fresh air. I couldn't really talk or walk on my own anymore, so I leaned on him and he took me to his car. I couldn't really remember anything after that. I woke up in his bed and felt the worst I've ever felt. I was naked, this police guy had his arm around me. We were in his bed. A few memories of the evening came back over time, others didn't, for which I'm very glad. This was my first sexual encounter and paved the way for my later on sex life. I couldn't trust anyone again for years. I tried talking to some friends, but they didn't really believe me and just blamed me. 'Why did you drink so much?' I myself didn't really understand what happened there and also looked for the fault in myself. I wondered, if he really put something in my drink, because I know that it felt very odd, but maybe I just drank way too much. I became very suicidal, I didn't even think once that this wasn't my fault but his. That's why I never pressed any charges. I only started to understand when someone put something in my drink again, a few years later. On that evening I didn't drink that much and I've had the exact same feeling again. Gladly my friends were there and took care of me, so nothing else happend, but the day after for the first time I actually realized what had happened to me before. I'm 25 now and I know, that this'll always be part of my history, I'll never really be over it. I even still get triggered sometimes if I see the police or go into clubs. But I've worked a lot on this and can manage it now. The abuse will never stop hurting me, the trauma may never go away, but I can live and breath again, thanks to therapy and thanks to awesome new friends who actually believe me.