That is not how the chorus of that classic song goes. I know those lyrics well but changed the words to aptly describe me and the story I am about to tell. I have to wonder just how many times it takes for a wide eyed, bushy tailed, rose colored glasses clad person to constantly just walk themselves into a world of pain. One must be crazy to jump so quickly into trust when it should not necessarily be there, but it keeps happening to me time and time again. Of course my mind jumped to Einstein’s quote of the definition of insanity. Yes I am fully aware of the similarities- because WHY on earth do I keep expecting a different result?
I have yet to make public all the many times I have been sexually attacked. Maybe it’s fear of being judged or perhaps not wanting to be identified as only a victim.
The following story goes to show just how dangerous naivety can be. I no longer want to keep all my skeletons in the closet, so I will attempt to air out one more from the plethora I have to choose from.
Here goes nothing yet again……
It was 2 months shy of a week before the 1 year mark of my previous rape. Cruel people that will never understand have referred to remembering that day as “making an anniversary out of it”, but that is not the case. When you have PTSD unfortunately it comes back with a big bang of unwanted memories as these become triggers that easily take us back to the day it happened in our minds. It feels like yesterday… or the exact time of the atrocious act. It might be seeing the location, a certain smell, a movie with a similar situation, or even a song that can instantly transport you back in time. Crippling, disabling, and devastation revisits in the blink of an eye.
So on this particular day I had this photo-shoot . An easy one to do as they were just head-shots which means less shooting and editing time. Easy Peasy. The man I was photographing was very attractive. He was the tall, dark, and handsome cliche, but also very Very cocky. I generally like to take a guy down a notch when they place themselves and their ego on such a high pedestal- Not in a mean way more it’s like I feel free to be my silly wacky self as I know I’m not interested in the slightest bit, so why not playfully tease a little? Harmless good fun for me and them in actuality… Normally…
I should not have agreed to meet “A” at his house but he refrained from sending me pictures of his suits and ties claiming they looked better on so I needed to see them in person beforehand, and we had chatted several times on the phone so against my better judgement I agreed. He answered the door without a shirt on, only workout pants. He adoringly spoke of his career change from being a top personal trainer for various organizations but now changing to follow his true passion of being in the finance world, so thus the need for head-shots. I confidently walked in to his bedroom where the pile of suits and shirts were, and also the circular rack of about 100 ties. Choosing the ones I wanted he grudgingly tries them on in front of me despite me looking away. He took my undeserved flattering compliment that what I chose would bring out the colors in his eyes (thankfully I don’t even remember the details of what the “windows of his soul” looked like) and the whole ensemble I put together with one other outfit change to maximize my time shooting was all set.
I insisted these were the best choice of using bolder colors and options to go against the somewhat plain buildings downtown that I had chosen. Against my better judgement (again) I agreed to drive with him since parking down there can be quite horrendous. His Hummer car we drove in was a clear way to flex his other muscles of material success, so believe me I heard PLENTY along that ride! *Gag* Could your ego be any bigger? I highly doubt it!- Sorry a personal pet peeve of mine. I don’t care that you have an expensive status symbol which drives the least fuel efficient tank, or your corvette he said he uses for work and such. Material things don’t matter much to me- I am not impressed by that- in fact it can become appalling to me when people place such importance on these things instead of engaging in soul searching to get to the core of why they feel this need to gloat their successes as a means to impress the opposite sex. Sorry Charlie I am not that kind of girl. Look elsewhere, and I am sure he did immediately after this was all said and done.
We got back to his apartment and he made up some BS challenge betting me that I wouldn’t be able to guess how many texts or calls he had missed in the about an hour of downtown shooting we had done. So I was moderately curious and said “OK how about around 40 Mr. Big Shot?”, but apparently it was around the 50 mark (maybe that was contrived with buddies that knew of his plans or perhaps girls that did want to hookup with him.) I’m not sure but it is definitely a plausible query that he might have asked his circle to text him a bunch inflating his confidence that I would be so-called putty in his hands so that he could score later. Speculation of course though. *Shuddering thinking of that possibility now*
Well I am a Bit strong willed and never go back on my word, so since I did not have any plans that night because sadly mine canceled the night proceeded forward. The inevitable terms of the challenge were: hang out, have a couple drinks, and play our mutually loved game on his Xbox. No Harm No Foul I figured as nothing was out of line (Even though I was already kicking myself that I should have driven myself to the shoot so I would have been free to peace out) … But my car was at his place…
And immediately he used defaming talk about Women how they think they can hold their drinks but then are such pussies (antagonizing much?!) I’m like HA! Not me buddy- those would be Girls you are referring to and I am a WOMAN! A strong single mom is who I am- used to carrying the world on my shoulders for myself and my dear sweet child with autism!
I never default on my word (to my detriment frequently) so I said that I would stay for a couple drinks and play our mutually favorite game that he didn’t believe that I loved. And then the first attempt happened… He started putting his hand on my leg and pulled my neck towards him so he could kiss me… And I pulled away. I was seeing someone at the time that I was head over heels for SO I especially had no intentions whatsoever. Befuddled at my rejection he stopped and we resumed playing the war game that we were battling- fitting for what would happen later!
After quite a but later he started moving closer to me on the couch clearly with the attempt to give it another go, but I stopped him again. “Let’s just play the game can’t we? I said. At this point I started to become especially leery as he then proceeded to go off on a tangent about how women always do this- act interested then don’t hookup as they are afraid to be branded a “Slut”. I started debating him saying how that is a very callous over-generalization and also an insulting assumption to unfairly put all women together into an intrepid pool that some absolutely do not belong to be in! Certainly some might, but that was bold-faced clear arrogance and ignorance to demean women like that! The hairs on the back of my neck started rising now, but since I had a couple drinks I didn’t want to leave right away as I do not ever drive if I have drank anything out of sheer paranoia. I suppose that is why he kept shoving booze in my face since that must have been what he was planning/hoping for. I constantly pushed away his drink offerings as I’m generally just a 2 drink girl with at least 2-4 waters in order to balance it out until I feel confident to be A-Ok to drive.
Talking to him a few minutes afterwards he then became infuriated and lunges at me picking me up like a china doll over his shoulder saying “I KNOW you want it you’re just acting like you don’t!!”, and then proceeded to secure my wrists in his hands while throwing me onto his bed repeating his former sentiment about me not wanting to admit I wanted him- that I was being a “Stupid girl playing F*cked up games”. Even though I kept on adamantly refusing. Being a former gym aficionado he was not kidding about all the things he bragged before about being able to hold all his body strength with one arm from the ground and other supposed world records he had made. He was freakishly scary strong.
My arms were pinned against me above my head, and even though I kept squirming to get away he wouldn’t release my wrists or get off of me as he was repeatedly subjecting me to violation. As I had already had quite a few other experiences similar to this I said NO loudly only to have him laugh saying that “You’ll never be able to overpower me” and his grip tightened. No matter how hard I tried and cried I could not move. Even though he was not the biggest of guys since he had so many different types of training under his belt it made things damn near impossible for a 127 pound woman to have the upper body strength to push him off or even knee him in the groin as my legs were being straddled to avoid that. Especially with both of my wrists still bound by his one of his hands above my head (I have incredibly small wrists). This went on for what felt like forever as he kept kissing me and my exposed flesh groping and pressing into me.
I never stopped telling him NO begging him to stop as the tears continued streaming down my face as this triggered old now reawakened demons in my closet. I still frantically was still trying to get free while his words of how “You couldn’t stop me no matter how hard you fight- Stop fighting it!!?” deafeningly rang in my ears. I tried not focusing on them only battling to regain my freedom as the tears kept falling down my cheeks like rain until finally he say “I’m going to rip your panties off”….. Immediately I used the seemingly only last ditch method of defense by whispering to him still shaking saying “I was raped last year almost to the day here SO Sex Will NOT Be Happening!!?
I shocked this sexual assaulter with these words and thankfully he then released me obviously realizing what an absolutely disgusting piece of scum he was. Who knows that might have saved my life since he was so angry at me. Oh but then proceeded to offer me a hug- ARE YOU F*CKING KIDDING ME?!? I was still sitting on the side of the bed sobbing and shaking, find my clothes that he had pulled off while I was still pinned to his bed, and then bolted out the door. It took me awhile to find them and also my keys (which I knew where I had left my keys so I have no doubt in my mind that he hid them).
I couldn’t process what had happened… Did I almost get raped again?… I was attacked and so close to it ALL happening again only this time I wasn’t drugged so I remember EVERY detail. I couldn’t think or barely see straight. I was in shock and unable to process what happened. I sped home in a foggy daze then quickly tried to erase my thoughts. Did that really just happen? It felt like I had watched it happening from the ceiling looking down paralyzed. Like viewing a movie screen- unable to fathom what was reality or what was not. Did this just happen only several minutes ago…?
Should I have gone to get what would be my second rape kit done? There would be no fluids found except saliva, the bruising on my wrists, and obvious other sorts of DNA from him on me. Especially if my case would’ve been taken seriously they could have combed his apartment for my hairs that most likely were pulled out- unless he cleaned up.The trauma he did put inside me with his fingers would have left DNA too had I realized it at the time. I wish I had called the cops… so very much.
I just couldn’t stop shaking and in an effort of self preservation I guess I just tried my hardest to brush the whole thing off hoping to numb and convince myself that nothing happened since he didn’t actually enter me (just fingers- which after SO many times of begging him to stop he wouldn’t- he would only dementedly laugh).
I just immediately started blaming myself on what could have happened, and how stupid I was to put myself into such a compromising situation even though previously we had bantered back and forth like brother and sister, so I didn’t feel warning signals of danger. However lo and behold those hairs on the back of my neck kicked in and I should have just driven down the road to a Walgreen’s store or something since I was afraid to drive or go somewhere nearby to a friends who might have been able to knock some sense into me out of these disbelieving paralyzing feelings I couldn’t shake.
- It would have been my fault if I had I not been able to stop him is all I could think. Could have easily been full on rape.
- It was all my fault to not have called the cops.
- I had a very moderately modest tank top dress that wasn’t too short, and I even had worn totally covering boy-cut underwear.
- I looked very professional with my closed-toe Maryjane shoes. I looked professional, confident, and I was being my true silly whacky self just trying to move upward and onward only looking behind from my past and only to my bright future.
Then WHAM I managed to get into yet another life altering situation that was eerily comparative
I was not asking for it at all. Yet I kept minimizing the gravity of it…. along with the self blame/hatred that came with it.
It’s funny that when you start talking about a traumatic experience others flood you with you their own (unfortunately the Friends and Family you think would be there run away from you all too often though). Hard to not harbor a wee bit of resentment there. That is why I know I will an excellent counselor upon attaining my degrees. I actually started a deeply motivating career change that has helped and empowered me so much knowing that someday soon I will be able to help others that feel lost, depressed, numb, and feel like they have lost everything in their lives like I did. If it wasn’t for my my mother~who is my best friend and my son Lincoln I could have easily spiraled down so far, too far down as my head felt like it was sinking under the waves and I was screaming for help but NO ONE was listening. No not even anyone noticing my head barely staying afloat fighting these all consuming feelings of letting the tide take me under and drown.
This is JUST not acceptable. I fully intend to start interning at SPARCC who helped me immensely thorough my darkest of days once I have my first degree under my belt by the end of the year hopefully. I want to submerge myself into helping people sooner then later. It is beyond words fulfilling and makes me feel like all the godawful things that happened to me led me to this place of self awareness, self power, and finally self love. That no one can Ever take away from me Ever again.
I know I am strong enough— This is fact not fiction !