Men who have been sexually assaulted by women, what is your story?

1. We hope the following resources will bring all victims the support they need: [RAINN] (https://www.rainn.org/) has a multitude of tools for current and recovering sexual assault victims in the United States. HotPeachPages houses an [international directory] (http://www.hotpeachpages.net/a/countries.html) in over 110 languages. [1in6] (https://1in6.org/) offers a wide range of information and services to male sexual violence survivors. On reddit, /r/rapecounseling is dedicated to providing emotional support to sexual violence victims. As well, /r/adultsurvivors is a community for adults who experienced sexual abuse as children. Keep in mind, these communities are not lead by professionals. What has happened to you is not right, nor it is your fault. It’s okay to be scared and unsure. Please, seek help if you are struggling. You deserve to be happy. - The AskReddit Mods If you have contributions or amendments, please notify the mods of /r/askreddit. **Please keep in mind that this post is labeled serious.**
   — Anna_Amortentia


2. It was my 21st birthday party. I was drunk off my ass. One of my friends friends that I didn't care for drove me home. I thought they were coming to pick her up. I didn't know at the time that she told them not to bother. I pretty much crashed and went to sleep. I woke up to her on top of me. I was still to drunk and out of it to get her off of me. She told my friends later that she hoped she was pregnant as she really wanted a baby. Thankfully, she wasn't.
   — Zombie-Bird


3. She used to take me out of school and fuck me. I wasn't more than eight.
   — __G_A_R_D_E_N_E_R__






4. The night of my 22nd birthday, a girl who had stalked me broke into my apartment and waited for me to return. She put ripped clothing, panties, the contents of her purse, etc around my room, then she stood in the dark naked and sober, waiting to attack. When I stumbled in around 1:20am, I opened my bedroom door and she jumped on me; biting, kicking, scratching, punching, and clawing me. I was utterly confused and scared. I had turned down her advances for the whole semester. She was a freshman with a little too much crazy in her eyes for my taste. She said: “If you don’t fuck me here and now, i’m running into the street naked, calling the cops, and telling them that I escaped you trying to rape me. They will believe me and you will go to jail. Who will they believe? A drunk senior on his bday, or a sober, crying freshman girl with torn clothing all over your room?” She was right. I would have been arrested. She had her way with me and left when she was done. I cried and vomited in the shower for three hours. I had spent 2 years building up a program where i traveled to schools and spoke to kids on the power of compassion, forgiveness, kindness, and adventure. She knew it would only take one front page photo of me in cuffs to ruin that. I went to the police the next day and was told point blank “buddy, you didn’t get raped, men can’t be raped. You got a kinky birthday present from a one of A kind girl.” Seriously. I had my birthday this month and had the most isolating flashback i’ve ever had. Vomiting, crying, apologizing to my wife for her having to see me like this. Luckily, she is the most magnificent person and requires no such apology. EDIT: just wanted to say thanks for the love and support. If you encounter a person in your life who has been the victim in such a circumstance, i have a couple of pointers. 1.) you don’t know (and never will) how someone felt during something traumatizing. 2.) your judgement-free presence is more than we could ever ask. 3.) vengeance is not justice.
   — throwaway_thebad


5. So I take this girl out to a bar/restaurant, meeting her for the first time after talking on an online dating site. After she orders her food, she drops the bomb. She tells me for the past 7 years, she has been a professional dominatrix. So I'm an open minded guy, I'm cool with this. She probably has some funny stories right? Well. She starts telling me these stories, and for the first half hour or so, they are pretty entertaining. Eventually though, I want to talk about other things. However, anytime I try to change the subject, she immediately brings it back to dudes she pooped on. It got weird, I could barely get a word in. She basically didn't take a breath for 3 hours. Again, I'm a really open minded guy. But there's only so many consecutive stories of ball gags and double sided dildo butt fucking a person can take before even the most open minded amongst us start to feel uncomfortable. At one point, I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. As I stand up and turn around, she seizes this chance to smack my butt and says "your ass looks like a baby pumpkin. I could bounce a quarter off it and get back 2 dimes and a nickel!" Keep in mind, this lady is a PROFESSIONAL. It was crisp and painful. To put this in perspective I was wearing thick jeans, she hit me in my back pocket, and when I checked myself for damage in the bathroom there was a clear fat red handprint on my butt cheek. Like, I could see the lines in her hand. I could have mooned a psychic and they would have been able to predict her future. So I'm about done with this. We finish the meal and I drive her home, while she still blabs tales of donkey tail butt plugs and toys I've never heard of going in places I wish I hadn't heard. So I pull in her driveway....the second the car goes into park she immediately grabs my nuts. Like specifically targeted them. And it wasn't sexy, it was a hostage situation where she had all the power. Then she straight licks the side of my face, chin to hairline, her tongue as big as a Shetland pony. I do not want. Then she looks me in the eyes and says menacingly "I'm gonna strap you into my sex dungeon!" "The fuck you are, I choose LIFE!" I think to myself. How do I get out of this? She literally has me by the balls here. So here's what I come up with. I tell her that "hell yeah, let's do it! I have a special toy I keep in my trunk, is that okay?" She says "sure, bring any toys you want!" So I tell her to meet me at her doorstep while I bust it out because I want it to be a surprise. As she steps out the car she gives me a look that she thinks is sexy but is actually terrifying. The second her feet touch the ground, I SLAM the car in reverse and fly out of her driveway as fast as my car can go. You know how most people pull out of a driveway, switch to drive, then drive off ahead? I did not do that. I didn't want that one second of switching gears to give her the chance to catch me. I pulled out the driveway and just kept going down the street in reverse for like 5 blocks. The passenger door was flapping around, still open because I took off before she shut it. When I am satisfied she won't catch me, I close the door, put it in drive, and go home. Gotta get back on that horse, right? Wrong. I got home, iced my balls and deleted my online dating profile. Not today, Satan. EDIT: thanks! What does it say about me that my highest karma and only gilded comment ever was about me being sexually assaulted by a dominatrix? EDIT 2: rip inbox.
   — m4vis


6. I thought about using a throwaway for this but fuck it, I control my life now. This is actually how my son was born. I had been with this lady, lets call her Stacy, she was crazy, but I wasn't exactly stable either, I was really into painkillers at the time, and I was not doing very fantastic at life. I had a stable job, a shared rent house, a car, but no equity, no savings, (drugs are expensive) and a general feeling of wanting to die. This general feeling of wanting to die was mostly due to the excessive painkiller use, and I was on Probation at the time, but that is a separate story of stupidity. Anyhow I wasn't exactly the most emotionally available person, I worked all the time, because rent+drugs=slavery. When I was home I was reading, or sleeping, or being a generally miserable cunt. Now Stacy, Stacy, has no job, she just goes to school, she stays with me, rent free, and for a while, we were happy. Until my general priggishness pushed her away. Anyhow, she cheated on me. I caught an STI because of it. I broke up with her, I asked her to leave. I get treated. I grieve. I become less like a human and more like a miserable, hollowed out, skeleton who has trouble processing ~~mentions,~~ emotions, priorities, the basics of human interaction. I get put on mail in probation, the easiest there is. I don't mail in. I just want to sleep. Maybe never wake up. So I tried to end it the only way I knew how, I took a lot of painkillers, and drank whiskey till I couldn't see straight. I wake up in the morning. I'm disappointed. I'm alive. Stacy is naked beside. WTF? what happened? Did I call her? My phone is shattered. I wake her up. I ask her to leave. I haven't eaten in a couple of days, I'm starving, and so hungover I can't think. She starts to laugh at me. I start to get angry but my head spins, I fall back onto the bed. I realize she is undressing me. I moan out a please help me. I think I'm dying. I wake up. I'm naked. She's gone. A few days later, she calls my job and asks to sit down with me. She says, "I'm late." I cry. This is not what I needed. She asks for money. I give her some. Go back into work and my PO is there wondering why I haven't mailed in. I go to jail. Then rehab. While I was in rehab my consular, helped me realize that the way she had always treated me, was not like a partner but as a servant. I have no idea where to end this. Anyone who has dealt with something like this knows,it's how you cope. I'm getting better, I still avoid relationships with women because I'm not ready. I want to get a little bit better before I try that again. EDIT: Holy shit. Thank you for the Gold? Not really what I wanted to get my first gilding talking about rape but damn.
   — unfetteredbymemes






7. I was at a pool, and i had my shirt off, and i guess the chick liked skinny fat bodies or whatever so she was in the pool, so she swam towards me and grabbed my body and dug her nails into my back and tried to grind on me. I was only 17 and she had to have been in her 30's.
   — imthewiseguy


8. My ex girlfriend made me have sex with her by threatening that if I didn't she'd tell people I raped her. Before this point She had a weird fetish that she liked rough sex and wanted to be fake raped (i know it sounds terrible) but at the time I loved her and i'd be rough with her even though I didn't feel comfortable doing so. It turns out she recorded it and was going to play it off as I actually raped her. Luckily i got out of that situation but it has messed me up and caused me to fuck up many relationships since then. I don't trust women and idk if I can ever get over that. Edit: Thank you to all for all the kind words!! I hope if anyone read this that has gone through something similar that everything works out for you!
   — MannKR


9. First time getting drunk I had been spending a lot of time with a girl who had much more experience with substances than I did. I had recently gone through a bad breakup and found great solace in destroying my life, as if it was proving some sort of point. I still don't really understand what I was trying to do. Anyways, this girl and I are hanging out and she asks me if I would like to get drunk. Prior to that I was only doing weed and acid, alcohol kind of scared me, but I wanted to look cool in front of her so I said yes. Queue us drinking whiskey and warm cherry coke on her bedroom floor for a few hours, as she goaded me into drinking more and more, taunting me for not being able to keep up. I tried to tell her that no, really, I'm good. But I was drunk and young and when a beautiful girl says something, I was pretty inclined to do it. I was shithoused, but still conscious. When I finally put my foot down she just smiles at me and asks me if I would like something else, something to perk me up. I should have known better, but I trusted her because she was so much more experienced. I think she knew that. So I take this handful of little red pills and begin to lose consciousness. I remember her coaxing me into the bed, and then blacking out. When I come to, she's on top of me, with me inside of her. I groan out a no, but it feels like my entire body was made of cinderblocks. She tells me that it's okay, and keeps going. I black out again. This happened several times, with me fading in and out of conciousness and glancing the digital clock to get an idea of how much longer I would have to go through this. Eventually I blacked out for good. Eventually I wake up, sometime in the evening the next day to both of us naked, and I begin the piece my fractured moments of consciousness together. I felt sick, probably because of the liquor but because I undoubtedly got used, like some kind of object. There was half a dozen used condoms tossed on the floor, and a bunch of those little foil pill casings, like the ones you get over the counter meds in. She was feeding me cough medicine, commonly known as tripple Cs. I go and make myself throw up, but obviously it's too late now. It was still good to feel a little cleaner. I left and walked home, politely declining future offers for sex. Someone here will undoubtedly have a different opinion on the situation, but I was raped for three hours. In addition to that I've experienced countless lewd comments, ass slaps, propositions, crotch grabs, and general creepiness. Not a fun time. Edit: thank you all for the kinds words. This was about four years ago now. I've had a lot happen to me in my life, and it's beginning to crush me. Good humans are the only saving grace in my life. Truly, thank you. Edit2: to answer some questions: alcohol scared me because my family has a fondness for the drink, and I saw what it did to people and how quickly it does it. I smoked weed a lot and did acid twice, with trusted friends who took very good care of me. I was able to keep it up because I have a magic penis. Thank you again to everyone for offering affirmation and kind words. I faced a tremendous lack of support from my friends and the people who knew her. It turned into me receiving accolades for "fucking" her and made that whole part of my life really difficult. It doesn't bother me as much now. It was four years ago at this point.
   — Davless