9 years later...
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I was 26 when I realized that my first time was sexual assault. I was only 17. It was not violent and I never said “no,” but I never said “yes,” or expressed true interest in having sex. I froze. I let it happen. I was scared. I did not know that I could stop it. I thought, “Well, I’m already nude, I guess that means I cannot take this back.” I could not even look at him or move. I was frozen in fear. I was in his bedroom, in his parent’s house. We had only started talking because I found a message he had sent after he graduated. I guess he never got over me, as I never did with him. He was after all my first boyfriend. However, when I found out he cheated, I broke it off immediately, knowing I deserved better. I still feel proud that my younger self recognized this then. However, why did I decide to go back? How did that lead to this? We met up a couple times after, but I never went back into that bedroom after that. I cut it off when I “jumped” into another relationship. I still remember the last text message he sent me, “I know you’ll be a great gf.” Ugh, gross, I thought to myself. He realizes this now! How infuriating! Looking back, I always felt weird about that encounter, but I never told ANYONE. Not even my closest friends. I felt weird about it all through my early 20’s. Even when I got into my committed relationship with my now husband. I continued to have flashbacks… and still I told no one. My husband knows this now, but I waited close to a year when I began dating him before we had sex because I was afraid that would happen again. Eventually, I told him why I decided to wait and he was very understanding and supportive of my feelings. All this time, I never knew what I experienced was sexual assault until I began to grow an interest in the subject as an adult in my very adult job. I work in a college campus setting, and with my growing interest in this topic, I began to do research and read books and articles, trying to really understand this. Until one day, one of our students came into my office asking to speak with me. I honestly thought they wanted to quit, so I was preparing myself to have a talk with them. Then they say the words, “I was sexually assaulted.” My heart immediately dropped. They explained what happened and it began to sound all too familiar. They described being frozen in fear and feeling like they could not say no or do anything to stop it. Oh my gosh, I thought. This is what happened to me! If it were not for my student confiding in me for help in their situation, I would have never made that realization nine years later. I was emotionally coerced into sex. I was vulnerable. I was sexually assaulted at 17, and much as I wish, I could go back to change that, I know it has only made me stronger in my ability to help others.