I will not get into the details, but me too. My first sexual experience was not strictly voluntary, and definitely not consensual. As I say, the details are unnecessary, but suffice it to say it was more than unpleasant. I didn't have sex again for four years. Happy to report that I do enjoy sex now, though.
#MeToo.
much as i've talked about my sexual assault, there's something i've never told anyone that still bothers over a decade later.
i used to go to a lot of raves as a teen and continued it into my 20s. i loved the summer time ones, especially, since many of them would be out doors and i'd go by myself and get totally lost dancing under the stars to good music - it was a natural high and it was something i loved very much.
one night, i was dancing, the music was really good - wearing a backless halter top. felt someone's fingers brushing over my shoulder. happens a lot, so it was cool - some guy dancing near me. still, it bothered me a bit, so i moved away a little. and then, it happened again - this time, it lingered - obviously not an accidental brushing. again, i moved, and again it happened. by then, i was creeped out and more than a little upset. i ended up leaving and going home and i've never done it since. something i loved was taken away from me. now a days, i'll go to clubs, if i'm with friends,but it's not the same -being alone, under the stars like that - it was almost spiritual... i miss it.
it's the little things that hurt the most, sometimes.
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
I have sort of talked about the abuse I experienced as a child, so I won't talk about that, it's too painful. But as an adult, I've had a few unfortunate encounters. I had a guy that used to hit on me all the time to the point I'd avoid him as often as I could. He caught me off guard the last time he came around and put his arm around me and grabbed my breast. I just stood there, stunned. I could not even react I was so freaked out. I just remember him walking away with some friends and laughing. Just add it to the list of humiliations I've experienced at the hands of a predator. #MeToo
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I have refrained from talking about my too often here because I was once reprimanded by a mod for even mentioning it in a forum (my post was deleted, along with two others who quoted me and it made me feel awful). But two men me for hours when I was a freshman in college. Another model I had worked with lured me into sex with her, and set me up. I was naked in her apartment (which turned out to be theirs) when they came in, and I was trapped. She told me to just relax and enjoy it while she watched them double-team me over and over. I never reported it because I knew how the situation would make me look, and my whole sexual history would be dragged out in court. David was my residential advisor back then (it's how we first met). He realized something serious had happened to me and got me into therapy after I told him what happened.
Note - I asked Sprite about posting this because it's a bit graphic for the Spa.
I have never told anyone about this, but it's only fair for some of us guys to fess up about this topic.
When I was a teenager, I went through a couple of large hurricanes on the Texas coast. The last one, I spent ten days delivering free ice to neighborhoods without electricity for the Red Cross. I had recently discovered that I could suck my own cock and enjoyed it enough that I was curious about sucking other dicks. In fact, I had sucked the dick of the neighborhood friend who had showed me how to perform auto fellatio and I had enjoyed it. During my Red Cross volunteering, we were sleeping in tents on the grounds of a Catholic high school. One of the older guys had invited me to visit him at his apartment. To make a long story short, he tried to sodomize me, which I resisted. I convinced him that a friend of mine knew where I was and would tell the police if anything happened to me. This was not true, but this guy had little interest in returning to prison, so he let me go.
#MeToo
As a child I was molested by a stranger. It rattled me for years. No, it still rattles me.
As an teenager/adult, I had a boss corner me and constantly ask me out on dates. When I finally relented, the date was a bust. However, he never told the truth and instead told everyone I was a sexual freak.
In the Navy, I had a guy grab my breasts on the dance floor in front of a lot of people at the e-club and no one said or did a thing. I never went back. I also rarely went to clubs after that and now, they are just something I try to avoid if I can.
I'm fortunate enough to not say "me too," but I did see the perfect response.
#Ibelieveyou
Because too often, that's why nothing is done. That's why they get away with it. Because no one wants to believe it's happening.
#me too
I've talked about this in project semicolon and will share with you here. I talk about what happened to me to anyone that wants to listen because I want them to know I will listen and i will believe them.
The first time I can remember I was about 7 years old and I had no clue what was going on. I had a blind fold on and was "playing a game" what I know now is I was giving this person a blow job and in between he would put pepperoni in my mouth and tell me to bite down. I had no idea what was going on I trusted this person. This abuse went on until I was 18. When I was about 12 years old I told my mom and as he said my mom didn't believe me. This was my stepdad and I trusted him and loved him. He took my virginity when I was about 10. At that time I had to move out and live with a friend for awhile. Everyone made me feel like it was my fault. I lived with him until I joined the navy and then again when I came home.
His father started his abuse a bit different. He would play porn when I would sleep at his house. I was so young and he would play it when no-one was around. Later he would stand in Windows and jerk off while I was playing on the jungle gym in the yard coming out of the shadows when he knew i could see him. He would touch me and play with my breasts then later take me to toys r is to buy a new Barbie. If I told everyone would fight and no-one would talk to me. He died when I was 12 I was physically free from him but the emotional scars last forever.
I was an over developed teen as in when I was 10 I could pass for 21. I was one of those girls who went from training bra to a c-cup. guys would whistle, honk, stop me on the street every time I walked past. I would hate having to walk to the store for my mom because these guys would sit on their porch and watch. I stopped telling my mom things when she didn't believe me.
My first consensual sex was with a guy who only wanted to use me. After that I would look for me and ask me for a blow job when I refused he called me a slut and whore.
My husband thinks it's foreplay to grab my chest in front of people. He does it in front of my kids and friends. I don't say a word anymore. My silence doesn't mean I like it just that I've been beaten down by everyone I've ever trusted in my life. I've been to counseling as well as tried to take my own life to forget this but it doesn't go away. I don't think about it but it pops up when I least expect it. A smell, a sound, a touch I can be right back there. I hope speaking out, telling people about it let's them know don't stop telling find someone who will listen. I wish I did.
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