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Your pain is valid. Your experience was real. You are deserving of compassion. Just because there’s not a conviction that doesn’t negate the egregious wrong done against you.
Healing means I actually feel safe, calm, comfortable, allowing people to help me. It means I don’t label their care as them going out of their way for me. I don’t feel like I owe them. I don’t explain why I would like help. I finally believe I deserve it.
These are all the things I told myself during my assault. I was trying so hard to not acknowledge what it was: If I could relax then I might enjoy it. If I took a deep breath then the sensations would feel better. If I could calm down then I wouldn’t acknowledge he was doing something wrong. If I could look away then I’d forget he was there. If I could put my hands on my stomach then I’d feel my fingers, not his. If I could continue licking my lips then I wouldn’t feel his sucking, his tongue penetrating. If I could convince myself he respected me then I could make it true. If I could close my eyes then I wouldn’t have to remember him on me. If I could believe he was not forcing then I could say he was being nice. If I could appreciate what he wasn’t doing worse then I wouldn’t cry because of what he was doing. If I could tell myself he cared then I could think he was considerate. If I could participate then I could say I wanted it. If I could be glad he didn’t yell, shove, or hit then I could say he was polite. If I could like him more then I could make it consensual. If I could do these things then I wouldn’t have to accept the truth of what he did. But I can’t, I couldn’t, I won’t. What I know now: A still body is not consent. A quiet tongue is not consent. An expressionless face is not consent. A gasp for breath is not consent. An acceptance of the inevitable is not consent. I blamed myself for months because I didn’t say NO or STOP, but I said, “It’s too much,” “Not in, you can’t go in,” “Not without a ring,” “You’re not taking my virginity,” “I’ll get pregnant!” He did everything short of getting me pregnant. I told myself he respected my wishes by not thrusting inside and ejaculating. He kissed, rubbed, pulled my pants off, sucked, fingered, entered partially. I blocked him from fully penetrating with my hand. He tried to tug it away. I gave up and just moved it. I laid still, breathed deeply, closed my eyes, looked away. The second day we started making out. He tried to take my pants off. I held them up. He pulled my hair and pushed me down on him. I refused. Instead, he shoved his fingers down my throat and had me suck. He tried to push me down again. I refused. He tried to pull my pants off. I refused. He had me spit on him and finished himself. I finished myself because I was aroused. I hate that my body’s response was so strong. I feel like a fool for not wanting him to leave, for believing he cared, for being physical again. I haven’t seen him since. I successfully avoided, buried, and forgot it for months until the trauma was triggered from kissing a different man on a first date. I made a report. It’s being investigated but it’s hard to feel it actually matters. If I don’t risk vulnerability then I forfeit the chance of receiving help.
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