I hate how I still feel every minute of it years after it happened
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I hate how I still feel every minute of it years after it happened

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Unwanted kissing is SA.
Still going after the person has expressed discomfort or tried to leave is SA.
Not stopping when youâre prompted to is SA.
If someoneâs frozen under you, itâs probably SA.
Pulling someone back after they tried to leave is SA.
Locking someone in is SA.
Even if youâre the same age or close in age.
Even if they didnât exactly say no.
Even if they went with you.
Even if they didnât push you off.
Even if you donât understand social cues.
Unwanted kissing is still SA.
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memories feel like weapons
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WARNING SA/RAPE MENTIONED
i wanted to share my story because while i may write about my experiences in my fics, it sometimes feels like i donât always have a voice.
the first time i was sexually assaulted i was 13.
i was wearing green jeans, black converse, and a jacket. i was in the library for homework helper and was sitting next to my âboyfriendâ and another girl we knew.
we were talking and i put my hand on his lap, this was not to initiate because i wasnât the kind of girl who had the confidence to do so and i also was a huge goody two shoes.
he said ânoâ so i immediately moved my hand away and he was upset that i did so i put it back and then we both were playing around because he was pretending to be mad and i was teasing him about it.
he then asked if he could touch me to which i said no. he kept asking, pleading, and my answer stayed the same.
âno.â
but he didnât care. he slid his hand up my shirt and grabbed my breast. he then asked if he could touch me again and i was frozen⌠i still said no and he then slid his hand down my pants..
i didnât understand what happened to me but i knew it felt wrong. i told my mom later on and she told me what happened..
while some of his friends know because i told them, he still went on and hurt another girl i tried warning. idk about his whereabouts now but i hope heâs doing horrible.
i was later with a different guy.
he raped me twice.
the first time we were already intimate, i was 16 and we were in my parents house in my room.
i expressed my interests and disinterests already and without asking me he penetrated me (toy).
i said ânoâ and moved my hand back to push him away but he didnât stop.
i felt embarrassed, ashamed, disgusted and after a day completely forgot of the event because i was only 16 and my brain couldnât understand what happened to me.
what i did notice was signs of withdrawal.. i didnât want to see him, id get nervous, my body was tense, and i was anxious but i didnt know why.
we had sex three times and the third time was when he raped me (second incident).
as we were beginning to do stuff, i moved and told him âit hurtsâ.
he grabbed my hips and said âyouâre running from it relaxâ while continuing to penetrate me.
i blamed myself because i let him.
it kept hurting and i thought i could endure it, thatâs what i told myself.. but it was too much.
i was normal at first.. i didnât understand any of it until after him and i broke up and i read something that reminded me of the first event.
the first person who found out was my bsf who explained to me it was wrong. i then brushed it aside until over time the weight became too much.
it wasnât until recently that the memories came back and i was diagnosed with PTSD.
i spiraled for months.. sometimes i still do. i cry uncontrollably, i feel dirty when i get flashbacks and remember his hands on me.
i also donât know about his whereabouts, but i truthfully hope he rots in the slowest most agonizing way possible.
i am actively getting help. therapy, my mom knows and those close to me.. but i wanted to share my story because i do have a voice and even though i couldnât use it then i can now.
this is also a reminder. youâre. not. alone.
if you have a similar story, i want you to know your voice matters too my love.
âwhy did i stay ?â
i used to ask myself that a lot, itâs called trauma blocking. when youâve experienced a certain amount of trauma your brain will block it out as a means to keep you alive/surviving until youâre in a position where you can slowly recover.
if you or someone you know is experiencing something similar please be patient with them and yourself.
the brain is doing what it can to keep you/them stable

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i think one of the reasons i struggle so much with my assault is that i donât think of it as an act of violence, per se. it felt more like being swindled or conned. being persuaded by a salesman into something i didnât even really want, being misdirected by a pickpocket while they take something behind my back.
it felt less like being punched and more like being tricked.
what a perfect day to celebrate a wonderful country that isn't founded upon stolen land soaked in the blood of billions of innocent people.
in my head want to be seen as sexually attractive like i want people to want me but i also dont want to be seen as sexually attractive and i want to be pure and i dont want anyone to see me in a sexual way
im so fucking conflicted if none of this happened maybe i could have at least been not mortified by my own sexual needs but it did happen it all happened and i cant look at myself in the mirror knowing i am a sexual being without feelings disgusted