Was I sexually assaulted?
Posted: Sat May 11, 2024 9:32 am
I've been in therapy these last few months and have started talking more about a relationship I had when I was 18/19. He was my first boyfriend and we started dating the summer before college and then long distance during freshman year of college. He had a girlfriend before me that he had sex with, so he was more "experienced" to say.
There were several instances where I felt uncomfortable in sexual situations. The first time he tried to kiss me we were cuddling on the couch and I had my eyes closed and was just relaxing and he didn't ask if he could kiss me. I freaked out and asked to be taken home. On the ride we didn't talk about it at all. I had wanted to kiss but felt weird that he just went for it without asking at all.
Later when we were officially together, when we first starting more sexually touching he put his hand down my underwear and starting touching my vulva without asking while we kissing. I froze and didn't say anything but was again freaked out. On the ride home he asked if I was okay because I was quiet. I felt like I was in shock. I felt molested. I told him no, that I wasn't okay and he left it at that.
During college we argued a lot and felt like we were constantly fighting. I had undiagnosed anxiety at this time and was struggling with adjusting to living away from my family. I didn't have any friends on campus and he was the only person I regularly saw. We became more sexual until he started asking if we could have sex. I didn't want to since we were fighting all the time and I wanted to wait. I told him this over text so I made my boundaries clear. He said that sex was how he showed his love and that he knew I wanted to (my body was physically receptive but my mind was not). Afraid to be alone and lose the only friend I had at the time, I gave in and said yes. I told him we could do it the next time he visited despite me not really wanting to. After that I felt like I was mostly being used for sex by him. I was never focused on the present when we had sex, my mind was always somewhere else, and it never really felt pleasurable. I didn't even really feel like I was there.
After we broke up I tried to bring that up to him, That I felt pressured into it and he just told me that I said yes to it, so I consented and there was no more talking about it. He always seemed annoyed whenever I would try to bring up how I felt and would brush it off.
I'm now almost 25 and have had another serious boyfriend since then. Our relationship is so much healthier. I am excited to have sex and sexual contact and feel very present in the moment and can enjoy the intimacy. Having had this healthy relationship I'm now thinking back to how uncomfortable and coerced I felt back in college. I'm afraid to say I was sexually assaulted or raped. I read an article on here about gray areas between consent and sexual assault and I'm starting to think I was sexually assaulted and taken advantage of. I still have trauma around him and even just seeing him in public makes me feel panicky. I am medicated for my anxiety now, but he still makes me feel so gross in my own skin. When I learned he had a new girlfriend I broke down crying because I was afraid he might treat her the same as he treated me. I don't want to call myself a victim if I'm not. This is something has weighed quite heavily on my mind for a while now.
There were several instances where I felt uncomfortable in sexual situations. The first time he tried to kiss me we were cuddling on the couch and I had my eyes closed and was just relaxing and he didn't ask if he could kiss me. I freaked out and asked to be taken home. On the ride we didn't talk about it at all. I had wanted to kiss but felt weird that he just went for it without asking at all.
Later when we were officially together, when we first starting more sexually touching he put his hand down my underwear and starting touching my vulva without asking while we kissing. I froze and didn't say anything but was again freaked out. On the ride home he asked if I was okay because I was quiet. I felt like I was in shock. I felt molested. I told him no, that I wasn't okay and he left it at that.
During college we argued a lot and felt like we were constantly fighting. I had undiagnosed anxiety at this time and was struggling with adjusting to living away from my family. I didn't have any friends on campus and he was the only person I regularly saw. We became more sexual until he started asking if we could have sex. I didn't want to since we were fighting all the time and I wanted to wait. I told him this over text so I made my boundaries clear. He said that sex was how he showed his love and that he knew I wanted to (my body was physically receptive but my mind was not). Afraid to be alone and lose the only friend I had at the time, I gave in and said yes. I told him we could do it the next time he visited despite me not really wanting to. After that I felt like I was mostly being used for sex by him. I was never focused on the present when we had sex, my mind was always somewhere else, and it never really felt pleasurable. I didn't even really feel like I was there.
After we broke up I tried to bring that up to him, That I felt pressured into it and he just told me that I said yes to it, so I consented and there was no more talking about it. He always seemed annoyed whenever I would try to bring up how I felt and would brush it off.
I'm now almost 25 and have had another serious boyfriend since then. Our relationship is so much healthier. I am excited to have sex and sexual contact and feel very present in the moment and can enjoy the intimacy. Having had this healthy relationship I'm now thinking back to how uncomfortable and coerced I felt back in college. I'm afraid to say I was sexually assaulted or raped. I read an article on here about gray areas between consent and sexual assault and I'm starting to think I was sexually assaulted and taken advantage of. I still have trauma around him and even just seeing him in public makes me feel panicky. I am medicated for my anxiety now, but he still makes me feel so gross in my own skin. When I learned he had a new girlfriend I broke down crying because I was afraid he might treat her the same as he treated me. I don't want to call myself a victim if I'm not. This is something has weighed quite heavily on my mind for a while now.