I mean the title explains most of it. This person n I were high and it kinda happened it just feels weird idk cause I mean I consenting but i wasn’t sober soooo does it count? I mean when the person was touching me, I didn’t want them touching me, but then I just let it happen because it was really fucking high and I couldn’t really use words but they kept checking on me and making sure I was okay so I don’t really know but like I was like laying with my legs together like clearly not in this situating anything but they still did stuff so did I get assaulted or was I just Really fucked up my mind? I don’t really know.

Someone please explain to me what's the obsession that men have with protecting rapist at all cost?

They come up with all manner of lies and conspiracies that exist solely to shame victims into silence and hiding, even non rapist men actively fight for the rights and protection of rapist while simultaneously fighting to hurt victims and continue their suffering and deeply and extensively for as long as possible. Why do non rapist men prefer rapist over victims? Someone please help me understand I'm going through a hard one right now

He traumatized my girl for life and stole my happiness. He is stronger and bigger than me and the police don't care. Also he is in Vietnam and I am in Europe and the girl is somewhere completely else now. The incident happened on 16.08.21 and I told pretty much all our mutual friends that this person is a rapist and everyone should stay away from him.

I went out to a party with some friends I was supposed to drive back so I didn't drink alcohol but I drank a glass of coke I remember feeling sleepy and from there it went black several times I woke up and saw people above me in the morning I woke up in a bed without my underwear my whole body hurt and I was full of bruises my phone was full with messages from my friends who were mad at me because they thought I left without them what am I supposed to do now

I feel like I might be in the wrong and just blowing this entirely out of proportion because her reasoning made sense I guess.

I walked in on my mum pulling out the clothes from the dryer, and her sniffing my underwear. I got grossed out and immediately asked her what she was doing and why. Originally, she just said "it's not like they're dirty" as in not washed. But then when my stepdad came in, he just seemed frustrated at me that I even had a problem with it.

This is why I think I might be over reactivating because she then started pulling out two more bits of clothes, and sniffing them to. One of them was my bra though. She started rambling on, telling this story about how the dryer doesn't dry the clothes entirely sometimes. And it's made them go foisty, so she was sniffing them to basically see if they were still damp??

Then she tried making me sniff a towel, and instead of doing it I just walked away and my stepdad rolled his eyes at me for it. So maybe I shouldn't have been as uncomfortable as I was, idk

For some context, this happened in 2024, and I did not consider this a possible assault at the time. Two years later, I am working for the Title IX Office at a university, and seeing the discussions around the Cornell case, I’ve learned more about consent and sexual assault so that's why I am sharing this now.

Background:
T (23M) and I (24F) met on Hinge, went on a date, and became fuck buddies. We were seeing each other from June to August, and sex with T had always been consensual. My #1 condition with T was that he use a condom. During our first night, T attempted to penetrate me without a condom until I noticed what was happening and told him to stop - that I don't do casual sex without a condom. We then proceeded to have sex with a condom that night. On other occasions, T would bring up having sex without a condom whenever we engaged in sexual activity, to which I would tell him no. This would lowkey bother me, but I assumed it was just a kink, so I didn't see this as a red flag or anything.

Incident:

I was sleeping over at T's place when, in the middle of the night, T began to initiate sex by kissing me on the lips, neck, and breasts. We then started making out. I was half awake at the time, but went along with it because I'll admit I was getting turned on. T (who's already naked) gets on top of me, lifts my shirt, and begins penetration. T is not wearing a condom. I knew T wasn't wearing a condom and thought about telling him to stop, but I didn't. I was aroused, a little tired, and did not tell him to stop. I saw T a few more times after that.

For a while now, I have never considered this an assault because I let the sex continue despite knowing I did not want to have sex without a condom. But the sex felt good. I felt somewhat uneasy knowing I let it happen. I've only had sex without a condom with my ex-boyfriend, and my preference was to do this sort of act when I am in a relationship. But I let my guard down with T when he had sex with me without a condom, and I didn't stop it. However, T knew I did not want sex without a condom and did it anyway, and I let him because the sex felt good.

I don't know if this counts as an assault or if I just changed my mind when it happened and that was me consenting.

TLDR; My ex-fuck buddy had sex with me without a condom. I was half-asleep during this and let it continue because I was aroused. T knew I refused to have sex with him without a condom.

Okay, this is gonna be long, but I don't know where else to go.

My boyfriend and I of about ~4 years have been long-distance for a little over half of our relationship when I moved cross-country to go to college. We got together when we were very young (met in high school) and essentially grew up with one another. He is wonderful to me, and perfect for me. We always laugh together, we get over fights within minutes, we are kind and loving. We understand each other on a level that I thought was impossible. I can't see myself with anyone else in my life.

I think it is important to note that I have been suffering from depression and suicidal ideations for about four years now. I have sabotaged many relationships because I have never felt worthy of people's love or friendship. I feel like I deserve to be alone.

Almost exactly a year ago I met a guy at an internship and he quickly took a liking to me. At social events, he made me feel pretty uncomfortable but I just ignored him because I didn't want to start anything with people from work. Then one night, a bunch of work friends went out drinking. I drank a shit ton, but didn’t black out or anything and woke up in his bed. Hating myself. How I could do anything like this to my boyfriend was completely beyond me and I didn't know how to cope. I couldn't tell my boyfriend. I thought that maybe if I tried to get to know this guy and found out that he "wasn't so bad after all" it would help me feel better about what I did. (Looking back, I don't know where this logic came from). I didn't find him attractive. I didn't even like him that much. I didn't care about him in the slightest. But I continued an affair with him.

Meanwhile, my boyfriend is across the country confused as to why I am acting distant and cold. I came home in December, and he went on vacation with me and my family. On the last night, still confused from my behavior from the previous semester, he went through my phone and found out I had cheated on him. The drive home was one of the worst things I've ever experienced. I swore to him that I would block this guy on all forms of social media and I "dumped" the guy without a second thought. After three weeks of horrible confusion, countless almost-breakups, and literally begging for him to give me another chance, he decides to forgive me and move on. It was a really rough time. He gave me a beautiful diamond promise ring at this time, about three weeks after he found out.

Two days after he gave me this promise ring, I had a trip to Asia scheduled to conduct some field research for a project in school that I was involved in. This was really hard for him because our communication was incredibly limited for two weeks, during his time of need and healing. I felt awful that I couldn't be there for him. After the trip, I was able to go home for two days and see him before school started again. The months following were hard, including moments where I found out he had gone through my Facebook, but we worked through them and began the rebuilding process.

Fast forward a couple months. I was taking a class with a young-ish professor who ripped my grade apart on every assignment. This was a subject that I was previously very strong in, so to receive copious amounts of negative feedback about my performance was really hard for me. I put all my effort into the assignments but was still not receiving the grades that I wanted. Not only was the subject difficult, but the professor was also giving me weird vibes about halfway through the semester. I knew something was up when the professor emailed me about a non-academic related topic. I responded. He continued to keep tiptoeing the line but never actually crossed any line. On the last day of classes, he told me some very personal things about himself during office hours when I went to check my final grade, including information about how he had slept with students before and how he currently had a girlfriend. He also told me "After today, I am no longer your professor. We are equals."

He gave me an A even though I knew I deserved, at most, a B. I felt really guilty about my grade because I knew I didn't deserve it, but I have an immense amount of pressure to keep my grades up as I have plans to go to law school after graduation. However, he told me, "The numbers are the numbers," and I awkwardly said thank you before heading out. He quickly packed up his stuff and followed me and asked me if I wanted to take a walk on-campus with him. I said yes (and didn't listen to my gut). During the walk, he proceeded to tell me about his research and things he liked to do when he was younger and I listened, but I didn't find him or anything he had to say interesting. Then he said something very shocking to me: "How badly do you want this A?" He wasn’t exactly unattractive, I had kinda had a thing for him during the semester, and plus I DID really need that A.

You can guess the rest of the story. I said yes for the second fucking time and I hated myself for it. I was too scared to report what happened to the university and I felt like it was entirely my fault and no one would believe me if I told them it was rape. I felt like a whore -- weak, disgusting, and used up. It was also after the last day of classes, so it wasn't like he was formally considered my instructor anymore. While it was happening, I was have orgasm after orgasm, in some ways it was the best sex I had ever had in my entire life, and in others I was just emotionally numb, I was thinking about my boyfriend at all… I was just lying there and letting him have his way with me. When he left, I started sobbing. I was so confused and angry and my self-hatred was at an all-time high. I called one of my friends to come over so I could talk to someone about it, and in my sadness and confusion, I kissed him, and then he started to take things further, and I didn’t say no, but it felt… Wrong. Kind of? The wrongness of it though turned me on even more, and I ended up riding the shit out of him before it was all said and done. After it was over though I felt like he took advantage of my weakness and vulnerability but I didn't stop him. So we also hooked up. That same fucking day. I hate them both.

Since then, I have a recurrent nightmare of my professor in which he is shaped like a monster, with green eyes and horns and a lizard tongue, chasing me and asking me how badly I want the A. As soon as he gets me, I wake up.

I took the longest shower at the end of that day. I wanted to kill myself. I felt pretty coerced by my professor, and even though I never stopped him I wanted to so badly. Something was holding me back. Is this considered rape? I'm not sure. I know this is completely my fault. I never told my boyfriend about any of this and I don't know how I ever can. If he finds out that I lied to him and cheated AGAIN, after breaking his heart once and after he gave me a promise ring, we're completely done. I don't know what I'm going to do without him. It's almost like I know this relationship is doomed but I'm hanging on to every last moment because I am only happy when I'm with him. I feel like everything will be better once we're no longer long-distance. He forgave me once, but how could I possibly explain that I made the same mistake two more times, in the same day, during our time of healing?

Another important note is that I know it's so easy to judge the cheater. I've wanted to die for so long and prove to everyone that they'd be better off without me. I know I'm a piece of shit but I can't find the strength to tell my boyfriend the truth. I have always relied on validation from men to feel good about myself. I don't know how else to get self-respect. I really fucking hate myself, but I am so in love with my boyfriend. Just trying to figure out why I would do so much fucked up shit to him. This is all my fault. This guilt really makes me want to kill myself. I cry myself to sleep every night.

I don't know what to say to my boyfriend or how to say it.

tl;dr: Suicidal, depressed for 4 years. Cheated on my boyfriend, then was coerced by professor to hook up for a grade. THEN hooked up with another guy in numb confusion. Still in love with my boyfriend. Don't know what to do now.

He asked if I wanted it. He’s a police officer..

I’m going through so much I’m sure it looks fake. Like how can someone be so wronged she must be over exaggerating or crazy or neurotic or something. No. My life is really this bad. Hanging on. But waking up everyday and getting up for work KILLS me

Oh and the rapist worked at the psych ward. I told my parents. They just want money. They literally told me oh we can sue for a lot. Sick. My life..😞

Met up a guy from bumble for causal sex.

We were having sex but I told him to stop / lets take a break but he continued. I didnt want to make him feel like he was raping me so I moaned and pulled him closer (it doesnt make sense but I lack this much self respect). I said again to stop and we should take a break but he smiled and kissed me and finished inside of me. I dont remember if I pulled him closer after but I definitely wrapped myself around him.

Because it lasted less than 7 minuteish I asked if he can have more sex and maybe we can try out the rape kink and he said "what? i mean we already have when i didnt stop" and smiled.

I just want to know what this is considered as? I feel as though he was an asshole (cause he stole money from me and racist stuff to me).

Edit: okay from the downvote im guessing it is not rape which is good! Ill try to have more self respect next time!!!

Edit 2: im p sure its rape, thanks for all the comments💕

so i told this story already and explained everything scroll down to read

i bled during the sex and he nutted and then put it in me after and said i didn’t think because i was so horny can i still get pregnant after couple minutes of sex?

is this rape? and sexual assult?? okay so im genuinely so confused about everything that happened and i need ppl to be honest with me because idk how to process any of this.
im a virgin and i literally wasnt planning on having sex for my first time yet. like i wasnt ready for all of this, but when i was with him i was scared that if i said no or didnt do what he wanted, he would get upset with me, hate me, or not like me anymore. i was scared of how he would react and i feel like that made it harder for me to say no.
i do have kinks and he knew a little bit about them, but that doesnt mean i agreed to everything he wanted to do to me.
things got really rough and he tried to use zip ties on me and i kept telling him NO over and over, like 3-4 times. when i asked him what he was doing, i genuinely thought he was taking the condom off and was gonna rape me. i was actually scared because i didnt know wtf he was about to do.
he was holding my wrists so tightly that i had to push his hands off me. he kept telling me to fight him off and resist him, which was weird asf because i was already scared. he was also choking me with his hands to the point where i couldnt breathe properly, and he kept hitting me really hard over and over again.
when i was trying to get him to stop, he said “i dont care.” LIKE??? that shit has genuinely been stuck in my head because why would you say that when someone is scared and telling you no??
he also said something about me waiting for this to be used, and idk how to feel about that either.
i had a headache afterwards too.
the thing is, i wasnt even planning on losing my virginity like this. i was scared that if i refused to do things, he would get mad, hate me, or not want me anymore. i feel like i was scared of disappointing him or making him upset, and i dont even know how to explain it.
im so confused because this was my first time and i never thought id be sitting here trying to figure out whether what happened was okay or not. i keep thinking about everything and wondering why he acted like that when i was clearly scared.
i genuinely wanna know:
was this normal rough sex or did he cross a serious line?
if i was scared to say no because i thought he would get mad or hate me, was i being pressured?
is it normal to feel so confused after something like this?
what would you do if you were me?
pls be honest but dont be weird or judgmental about it. im genuinely trying to understand wtf happened.

A friend of mine was recently raped by their partner. I am close friends with both of them. They are both in their 30's and had an active "friends with benefits" relationship. They both agree about the facts. They were both drunk, but they were at his place and she was too drunk to drive home. He offered her the bed or the couch and she asked to share the bed with him. He asked for sex, she verbally agreed. A few weeks later she confides in me that he raped her because she was too drunk to consent.

Unquestionably this was not her fault. I am trying to support her but I have to bite my tongue when she calls him "her rapist". It makes me think of someone abducting a stranger and forcing them at gun point... or someone imitating sex with an unconscious person. I know this is rarely how it happens but I feel her word choices misrepresents what happens.

I have my own trauma as a CSA survivor and I can't refute that what happened to her fits the definition rape. I just wish there was a different word for violent rape versus this mess that shouldn't have happened.

I've been stewing on this all day and need some anonymous feedback. I am I just in denial that this is the reality of rape for most victims?

I was sex trafficked last year/beginning of this year during a manic episode and then after it was finally over and I cut contact with the men doing it to me I continued to turn tricks by myself for survival money
I met a guy doing this who was very rich and owns multiple businesses in my city (I live in one of the biggest cities in the country) and he found out that I am a film major trying to break into the industry and he has a lot of connections with that and offered me a videography job on the condition that I’d have sex with him during the duration of the job. I really didn’t want to (I have never liked sex) but I reluctantly agreed because I desperately want to get into the industry I know how cutthroat it is and how hard it is to break into and every night I woluld lie awake thinking I will never get into the industry if I don’t take this opportunity. Not only that but I desperately needed money. Started the job but he kept putting off actual job stuff in order to make me have sex and he got really violent really early into it. Like he’d tell me he would beat me up and strangle me constantly and he tells me to shut the fuck up when I say stuff he doesn’t like (like if I say no to something he asks me to do sexuly), and he tells me I have no choice
I am talking to a case worker right now who told me it was sex and labor trafficking and workplace sexual harassment too trying to get out of the situation but I just feel like a wreck
I think I got raped Sunday well I think it’s all been rape realy probably but Sunday was awful i have barely been able to leave my apartment ive skipped all my colege classes and basically done nothing but wallow i feel awful idk how to cope

Playing the buzzed game, and talking about losing your virginity and my friend looked at me and said you don’t have to because I was raped at six. But I talked about my first willingly sex and how my ex cried 😂

I’m giving the short version of this story because it’s difficult to talk about. Long story short; a family friend (23M) that I (21F) have known since age 5 raped me about a month ago. I said no five times. FIVE. I confronted him right after it happened, to his face. His response? “You said no, but your eyes said yes.” I didn’t talk to him again. He messaged me a week later asking if I was busy that night- I didn’t even let him see I read it. After a while of contemplating, I came forward and told my parents and they have been nothing but supportive. I have decided not to take it to court, even though I have everything I need. Our dad’s are best friends, so they met up to talk about it (with my approval). The son admitted to everything, met up with my dad today and has apologized many times (which means nothing to me, I know he’s apologizing bc he got caught). I don’t want to ruin the kids life by taking it to court because he’s going to become a nurse and I would feel terrible doing that especially since I have known the family 3/4 of my life. I’m starting my fucking masters program and was excited for this step in my life but now here I am; violated, disgusted and downright sad. I’m going to therapy starting this week which I know will be helpful for me, but I can’t help but know that I’ll have to accept that no punishment for him will ever be enough to me. Here are some of the punishments I’ve come up with but I really want some other ideas because at the very least, he deserves to feel hurt too.

• Go to therapy. There’s clearly a deeper issue here.

• Volunteer at a women’s shelter/center/sit through survivor stories for months. (Idk the specifics to this one yet but you see what I’m getting at)

• Pay me for my time. My time is money, precious time that should be spent working on projects, studying, enjoying my day. Instead I now have to sit in a room and talk about my trauma that you caused. It’s also a 15 minute drive there and back, so gas money. Throw another $100 in there for the trauma that’ll never truly fade. If he isn’t emotionally struggling, then I figure make him struggle financially. Was thinking about $1,000. (Money cant buy happiness but god damn $1,000 would be nice)

• Tell his entire family. Not just mom, dad, siblings; I’m talking grandparents, aunts, uncles. I can’t bear the thought of him getting to sit at Thanksgiving dinner and in his mind the thing he’s most thankful for is that they don’t know his secret. I want him to be shamed by the people that mean the most to him.

I may even put this in a contract and make him sign it so that I know it actually happens. I’m going to talk with this to my therapist and see what she thinks- idk I just feel like it’s not enough. I don’t know. Please drop any ideas, they’d be greatly appreciated.

Shit this still ended up being long. Sorry guys.

TL;DR: I was raped by a childhood friend, he admitted to everything but I’m not taking it to court. I need punishment suggestions.

Was it rape?

Hi, first of all thank you to anyone who takes the time to read this. Second, I’m very sorry you’re in this subreddit, as I know if you’re here you’ve likely experienced trauma just I have.

On August 22nd, 2023, I was sexually assaulted. I won’t get into the details of this incident, since I’m working on not relying on reassurance for others in knowing this was real. But I thought this was important to include, because it affects how I view sex.

In 2022, I lost my virginity. It’s very complicated, so I am confused as to whether or not this was rape. One day, a friend gave me a guy’s Instagram. I was looking for friends with benefits, not really sex, just you know, the inappropriate stuff that 17 year olds get up to. Anyways, for some reason I messaged him “come to the movies, I’ll make it worth your while!”. To this day, I’m not sure what I meant, but I did not mean sex. Not in a movie theater that’s for sure. So he ends up coming to the movies, my friends are there with me as well. Somehow we all end up driving to my house and hanging out there. Me and him are flirting a lot, and we somehow convinced my parents to let him sleepover along with my two other friends (both underage female). As the night goes on, we start kissing and such. Eventually his hand ends up in my pants (whilst my friends are in the room) I didn’t say no, and I wasn’t uncomfortable, though it felt odd with my friends in the room. He says something along the lines of “tight and wet- just the way I like it.”. This leads me to telling him I am virgin, and he says he doesn’t care. Somehow, my friends still in the room, he is on top of me, and then inside me. He didn’t ask for consent, and I didn’t tell him to stop. A few minutes later I giggle “I just lost my virginity” to my friends in the room and they give me a high five. Then, me and my friends go to the bathroom to discuss it and I just start shaking and freaking out. I said “am I bad a person?” At this point in time I was recovering from scrupulously OCD (sort of religious, but I thought anything sexual I did was bad) and I kept freaking out. We go back in the room and he gets really upset, and one of my friends is comforting him. He keeps saying stuff like “I fucked up” and that type of thing. I reassure him that I’m not mad and that I am okay.

Three years later, as I am reflecting on my sexual experiences, I am questioning if this is rape or not. Something to keep in mind is that I have OCD, which gives me intrusive thoughts, so this could be an intrusive thought saying I was raped. Yet here are the reasons I think it was rape:

1.) He never asked for consent, which I think is super important the first time someone has sex especially. 2.) I freaked out the exact same way as I did after I was assaulted. 3.) I have questioned this for years. 4.) I feel it was pressured because who would have sex with their friends in the room?

Anyways. Thanks for reading this if you did. Any tips or thoughts would be greatly appreciated.

just because I like to kiss and cuddle and make out doesn’t mean I want to full on fuck a guy!

I, (18f) went with my friend, her ex boyfriend of 4 years, and her guy friend Billy to theese 2 guys apartment. We didn’t know them, the ex boyfriend did. We were all drinking heavily, but no one was falling over being sloppy/puking. We were just regular old drunk. Me, Billy, and one of the apartment guys went and sat in a dark bedroom with no lights on. Im not sure why.. I think because my friend was having a personal talk out on the balcony with her ex boyfriend. So, the other apartment guy was left by himself in the living room playing video games. There was no furniture in the bed room, we all sat on the floor. I asked the guy if he would make out with me. He was flirty but he seemed very disinterested in making out. But then suddenly started pulling my sweat pants down. I kept saying NO and with a death grip on my pants. Then he went for my shirt since I had ahold of my pants. So Billy said “I’m getting outta here!” And left the room, shutting the door. I kept saying I don’t want to have sex! The guy flipped me on my back and grabbed waist band of my sweat pants and full on yanked them down so fast that they were inside out(they were the swishy material) he took my glasses off and chucked them across the room. He was on top of me kissing me as he pulled his pants down. I kept saying no no no no. Also, I was on my period, I had a tampon in my vagina for Christ sake! I didn’t think to say that either. He got his penis in. He got 3 or 4 thrusts in before the bedroom door flew open and he hopped off. The guy sitting alone in the living room playing video games barged into the room, turned on the lights and had a can of air freshener spraying it everywhere, yelling “IT SMELLS LIKE TUNA IN HERE!!! UGH!!!” I immediately got all my stuff and told my friend we have to leave now! We all ran out of the apartment together. It all happened so fast. He definitely didn’t use a condom. I never have sex without a condom, whenever I actually have a boyfriend, I make them use one.

Now that I look back, did Billy leave the room to go tell the air freshener guy to come stop his friend from raping a girl? Was that his way of stopping it? Hmm…

And will continue to be a safe space for rape survivors.

Once when I was like 4 or 5 my mother’s step dad had two dumbugy and me, my adopted brother and my other adopted mother (I have another adopted mother who is the step grandfather step daughter) and the step grandfather rode the dumbugy and my brother was hugging my other mother for safety and I was holding the waste of my step grandfather (he always gave me creepy vibes but my mothers was always around) he told my to hug him too for safety, it made me feel uncomfortable, but I did it anyway. My former dear friend who I thought was like a brother, sexually groomed me when I was 7 to 8, he at the time was a year older than me, one night at his place we had a sleepover, I was 9 then and he was 11, he forced me to what I thought was playing doctor like usual, but he forced me to undressed by force and he, but tap my rear end with his privates, after he was done he asked if I would forget about it in the morning and I told him yes, but I eventually told my mother and she told his mother and we haven’t interacted that much before he graduated from school. He even tried to teach me about sex at a very young age. My mom told me it kids being kids. Once when I was at my cousins house my step grandfather was asleep in the tv room, I wanted to watch tv but my instincts told me to avoid the tv room and I walked away to the kitchen area. My niece from my other older adoptive brother was raped when she was 9, after her father left her when she was 6 (he is a nice father but he has his own issues to deal with) my Sister-In-Law, dated a man from her childhood, but she didn’t knew really well, who tricked her after a year of being with her into drinking till she passed out and had his sick way with my niece. At first he groomed his way into the family and raped her for a year before my niece told my mother; her father's mother of what happened. Her mother's second boyfriend also had his eyes on me, but when I was around him, adopted mother #1 and adopted mother #2 was always there, so he couldn’t do anything to me directly, I was 16 at the time. Once during a Christmas party at my Sister-In-Law house, her second boyfriend brought his son and daughter to the party, and I (who was 16) was leaning on the sofa and I stood up and turned around and noticed her ex-boyfriend with a beer bottle in his hand and him looking up immediately, and at first I didn’t think about it, but he was probably looking at my legs or my rear end. There was another time where I returned home from school and my Sister-In-Law ex-boyfriend was fixing my upstairs bathroom plumbing and my mother, who was in the kitchen across the bathroom asked me to turn on the shower to make sure it was working and I looked at him and asked if I had to undress to do it and he looked up at me and mom said no and I saw him looking disappointed and mom said that I just have to stand outside the shower and test it, mind you that I was still 16 at the time. In 2017 when I was 17, I was sexually assaulted by a black teen boy with special needs I have special needs as well, who was 16, it first started with him trying to touch my breast and it eventually escalated to him forcing me to touch him inappropriately and him touching me inappropriately as well. I only told him “yes”, uncomfortably when he asked if I liked it so that he could leave me alone, but he either didn’t hear me or didn’t care, a staff thought that he was only leaning on my shoulder, but he was doing much more than that. I eventually told my therapist at the time, in tears and told her to not tell the teachers, but she said that it was urgent that she tells them. The next day I saw teachers and staff approaching him and talking to him, I looked and as soon as he looked back I looked away immediately. He eventually moved schools after I told on him. Me and my ex-boyfriend had sex in the school boys bathroom. When we were having sex in the school boys bathroom I kinda was a bit confused and shocked, but he respected me when I told him not to have raw sex in the front. He was certain that his mother would walk in. I kinda liked it. I promised him that I wouldn’t tell anyone about it. During the situation (I’m a trans woman) I wanted to tell him that I was transgender, but I didn’t want him to see me in a different light. I accidentally sexually assaulted my now ex-boyfriend. I apologize the best I can do. I even wrote a hart felt apology letter and gave it to his neighbor, to give it to him. We both have special needs and he’ll will tell his therapist who also knows me. I really feel bad for what I did to him. It started with me teasing him and he said in a teasing manner, for me to stop but I didn’t read his facial message and I should’ve read his face and stop as soon as he said stop. I was playing with him, by trying to touch his male parts and spank his rear end, we were in a swimming pool full of other people.

I tell my boyfriend to get off of me after sex sometimes and he continues to stay inside me and pressing his weight onto me instead. It makes me feel uncomfortable and powerless. When I tell him this, he says that he needs that time to wind down after cumming and it is painful for him to pull out so soon. AITA here and should be “compromising” with him on this?

Idk if* my ex raped me or not.

It’s a complicated situation.

Basically, I was fawning and they didn’t know it. Does that count? I don’t know

My therapist says I have to ask a lawyer

I asked a lawyer

They said I have to ask the cops

I called the non emergency line, kept getting the busy signal

But I’m feeling like there must be a better person to talk to than the cops

Can anyone help me????

This happened in Dekalb country, Georgia, USA

as a rape survivor, I tried to read it and almost vomited. why are we (as in some people in general) promoting a book where such a violent act is romanticized? hell my sister knows how I feel about that series and she still brought that book around. I mean fiction or not the mere idea of promoting literal crimes that can ruin someone’s life is just disgusting and that wretched book is getting a movie adaptation too.

I'm trying to find out what happened to me 9 years ago. I was 19 and went home with a guy. I'm a woman, (now identifying as non binary and lesbian.) I was a virgin at the time and just expected we were gonna have 'normal' sex, so just vaginal intercourse. I never had sex before or done anything sexual, just kissed a girl once or twice. Anyway, we went to his house, showered together etc. Then we went to his room to go and have sex and somewhere at this point I told him I was still a virgin. He said something like, I'm not the right person to take your virginity and bla bla bla. And then he proposed to have anal sex... And basically persuaded me to have it, I didn't know what to do, I didn't feel like I could say no, I didn't really know what sex was supposed to be like, so I just went along. He turned me around with my face to the bed and then penetrated me anally. It hurt a lot. Nine months later the exact same thing happened again (with another guy) as I was still a virgin (still hadn't had vaginal sex).

2 years after this I was orally raped by a men much older then me in my own room. I don't remember much of it. But I started to realise recently that this was rape and it made me realize what happened to me at 19 was wrong too.

So have I been raped both those first two times?

I feel like this has really fucked me up and put be so deep in the closet that I was starting to come out off at the time. The next 8 years have just been me trying to find safety with men. I don't think I've ever been into men at all, and it's so triggering for me to realize what has happened and how far I drifted away from myself. A week ago I stayed over at a semi-friends house and he almost had sex with me, fortunately he didn't go through with it. I don't know if I would have been able to have said no. I broke down crying the next day realizing I really really don't want to be with men at all.