#55

This happened when I was 22. I met this guy from college: good looking, charming, self confident, intelligent. He was super into literature and had even published a poetry book. Anyway, we dated a total of 2 months and during this time he raped me twice, sexually coerced me most of the times we were intimate, cheated on me and had behaviours I didn't quite understand at the time - now I believe he has Narcissistic Personality Disorder. The first time he raped me, he didn't want to use a condom and I rejected the idea. He insisted and I kept saying no. So he forced himself inside. I made him stop and put a condom on, not understading what had just happened. Eventually we broke up because he was moving, but we saw each other in this new city and got back together. Everything seemed great - I told me he loved me, we held hands like two lovebirds. But that same night, he took the condom off without me knowing or consenting. I realized when he put it next to me. What happened next is still a blur. I remember being in the bathroom bleeding and crying (he said the bleeding was normal while he smoke a cigarette, unpreoccupied). I remember arriving at the hotel in a taxi, but I don't remember leaving his house or getting a taxi. I bled for 5 days after that. It took me some months to realize I had been in a abusive relationship - both sexually and psichologically. It took me years to recover - to get out of a major depression and suicide thoughts, which I was able to hide from everyone in my life. My passion about reading since I was a young girl suddenly vanished; I couldn't stand to look at my face in the mirror. I hated myself and I didn't want to be in my body anymore. 5 years have passed and I know I'm not to blame for what happened, but it still shames me that I didn't realize I had been raped and that I stayed - over and over again. I'm now finding the courage to go to therapy: I know I will feel lighter from the secret I've been carrying. We all deserve someone who will listen without judgement.