"I love my girlfriend more than anything in the world and she has been my rock for the last 3 years but I’m worried that telling her what happened will make her question me or what really happened, especially because I don’t know myself."
When we mention the word "rape" we most often think of women being subjected to this cruelty. However, that's not the case all the time. Recently, an anonymous man took to Reddit to share an instance where he claims to have been raped by a woman he met at a party. All he was doing was to be a gentleman to the girl who said she needed help, but he had no idea the situation would turn this grave.
Last night I went out for some drinks with a friend. At the end of the night while I was waiting for my ride, a girl from the bar we were in recognized me and asked if I could walk her home since it was so late. Alarm bells went off but she was alone and I thought of my GF or sister being in the same position, and since she said she lived just off the street where the bars are, I agreed. I will regret that forever. He thought of his family or his girlfriend in this situation and helped the girl because he'd want someone to help them, too.
It was all normal and they were having a conversation with one another. We walked and made small talk and had a cigarette (one each), but after a while, I realized I had no idea where we were. I’m terrible with directions when I’m sober but I’d had a few beers and was even more disoriented than I’d normally be. When we finally got to her house, she said she’d forgotten her key and brought me around back to get her roommates to open the back door. I was super sketched out and sat down on their porch swing away from the door.
The thing is, he just was not prepared for what was coming his way. She sat down next to me and tried to make a move, but I told her I have a girlfriend and that I’m not interested. At that moment, the door swung open and she pulled me inside. She offered me some water and being drunk and wanting to sober up quick, I said yes. I know how stupid that was in retrospect but I was freaked out and didn’t think that I was in any real danger, being a tall-ish guy. Probably, because he said no to her, she wanted to seek revenge.
The next thing I remember is being in her room and my pants being down and her naked. I don’t know what happened just before that or right after but I think I came from whatever happened. Part of me wishes I remember because I absolutely dread the feeling of not being in control of my mind/ body but another part of me never wants to know what went down. Chances are she drugged his drink just so she could have her way with him, but that's something he's never going to know the truth about.
I love my girlfriend more than anything in the world and she has been my rock for the last 3 years but I’m worried that telling her what happened will make her question me or what really happened, especially because I don’t know myself. I’ve barely slept and all I want to do is cry. I knew men can get raped but it didn’t feel like what you would imagine so I feel guilty. I thought rape was being physically forced to have sex but there’s no way she could have overpowered me alone. I have no idea what to do. The whole incident has put him in a very difficult position.
As a response to one of the comments, he wrote: Part of me wants to press charges against her and part of me never wants to touch this event again. I know my girlfriend loves me, I’m just scared that I’ll be met with doubt or it will upset the balance we’ve achieved in our relationship. I don’t want to push her away right now. He also added: Pressing charges is one of the many things floating around in my head right now, but I’ll keep it as an option. I don’t know if the water had anything in it for sure or not, I just remember it being the last thing I had before.