Giving Voice to the Little Girl in Me By Telling My Story
He took me to a restaurant near his house for drinks. While at the restaurant, he did not drink but he ordered more than one drink for me. I was under the impression that this was a date so I was asking him questions to get to know him: "Are you married?" "Do you have kids?" He kept trying to get me to drink more alcohol even though I told him I did not want to finish my first drink. After I finished drinking, he said "let's go" and I naively left with him without confirming where we were going next. I thought he was taking me home. I realized he was taking me to his house only after we arrived in what appeared to be his driveway. I didn't want to be there at all. I was too nervous to make a move because it was night time and pitch black outside, and his home was located in an area that is not close to public transportation. I went inside and told myself I'd leave after a few minutes of talking. As I went inside he pulled me straight into his bedroom. It was dark in his bedroom because the lights were off and his bedroom was located in the basement of the house. Shortly after, he took off his pants, revealing his penis. I tried to talk my way out of being there. He came on to me, kissing me and pushing me backward on his bed. I told him NO several times and in several ways: "No," "It's too soon," "I'm not ready," etc. Eventually, he became frustrated and said, "I know what it is. You're just afraid something is going to happen after. Nothing is going to happen". He had me pinned down while he quickly searched for the condom and lube in the nightstand next to his bed with one hand. When he eased off of me just a little bit to put on his condom and lube, I froze. My body froze. I could not get up. I kept saying in my mind, "No, get up" but my body would not move. He told me to take my clothes off and my body was still frozen. He then began very aggressively taking my clothes off. I assisted only because he was physically overwhelming me, and at this point it really became clear to me that he was not going to stop. He climbed on top of me and began very weirdly kissing me. He penetrated me. He did so for a few minutes. He was done. I told myself to get up, get dressed, leave and block his number after. He wanted to penetrate me again and I said no. He said, "come on!" and raped me again. It lasted longer than the first time. I still wanted to go home. I asked him to take me home after I got dressed. Because I wasn't sure exactly where his house was located and because it was pitch black outside, I did not feel comfortable going outside by myself. He said that I should just stay the night since I was already there. I said, "No, I need to go home NOW". He said he wasn't going to take me home, that I should just stay. I asked for the address to the place so I could call an uber, he refused to give me the address. I asked him again, he turned over on the bed and had his back toward me, completely ignoring me. I was completely defeated at this point. To cope with what was happening to me, my brain rewrote the narrative. I told myself what had just happened was not rape (it absolutely was). He lived in the basement of a house. We entered his "apartment" through a weird back entrance. It was really late and pitch black outside so I was not comfortable going outside to find the front entrance to get the address and then have to wait for an uber in the dark. I laid back down and waited until sunrise. I kept thinking to myself throughout the night, I hope I had not contracted anything from this predator. I don't think I slept. I was in a state of panic until sunrise and I could not think logically. He took me home in the morning. Shorty after he raped me (1-3 weeks later) I went to my urgent care center because I was experiencing vaginal discomfort. I went to get a pap smear and the doctor informed me that I had internal bruising in my vagina. I did not report what happened to the doctor because my brain rewrote the narrative already and I was still not ready to confront the true brutality of the situation. This happened three years ago. It was only after therapy, self reflection, and growth that I was able to come to terms with what happened to me: I was raped twice in one night and coerced to stay the night with my abuser. This predator who was 13 years older than me took complete advantage of me and violated my body and autonomy.