Was I raped?
This happened many years ago, but I guess there's something wrong with me because I can't forget about it.
When I was 17 and I had just moved out of my parents' house, I had a male roommate. I guess I was high on my new freedoms as an adult in my own place, because after just a few months, I slept with him. He was my first.
It seemed like he changed dramatically after that. I wore skirts a lot back then, and he would often come up behind me, push one hand on my back to bend me over and lift up my skirt. I felt so utterly worthless when he did that. I didn't say anything, but just gave him a really hurt look. He just laughed, but it was a playful laugh rather than a mean laugh. After I got used to it, I just gritted my teeth and kept my head down. I started getting really jumpy and nervous whenever I heard something behind me, and he laughed at that, too.
Then, one time, I happened to be sitting in front of his web cam, which I didn't know was on. I was wearing the "choker" style of necklace. He took the leash for his dog, attached it to my necklace and posed for the web cam, holding it. It happened so fast and just kind of shocked me, and I didn't know how to respond. I just covered my face and giggled a lot, which is the stupid response I usually have when I'm freaked out and don't know what to do. The next day, I saw that someone had posted screenshots of that event on a forum. The worst thing is that it looked like I was smiling, but I was actually laughing nervously because I felt so humiliated.
After that, I spent pretty much all the time in my room crying. I know it's silly to get so bent out of shape, but I'm unstable or something. I thought that my friends were all mad at me or something, because I didn't hear from them for ages. I later found out that until I started acting normal again, he told anyone who called that I was "hormonal or something" and that I'm refusing to talk to anybody. I did get disproportionally upset, so I see where he was coming from, but I never refused to talk to him or anyone else, so I don't get that. He also kept e-mailing me porn at this time, even though he knew that I hate porn and find it disgusting. I think he was mad that I wasn't so available anymore.
A little over a year after this all started, I decided I didn't deserve this treatment and moved out. The day before I moved out, I woke up to find him sitting on my bed and touching me. I was sleeping in the nude. I didn't do anything but just put my arms over my face and stayed still. He climbed on top of me and had sex with me.
So...I just want to know. Was this rape? And if not, then why am I being such a freak about it? And even if so, why am I still being such a freak about it nearly 8 years later?
posted by jabberjaw at 6:35 PM on May 30 [1 favorite]