I couldn't find my original topic, but a couple weeks ago, I posted about having a very bad experience while being intimate with my H. I basically felt attacked, paralyzed and disgusted, like H was someone else, like it was a flashback, but without a specific memory associated. As a reminder, H has sexsomnia, so throughout our relationship, there has been a lot of (initially) non-consensual stuff between us, so I just speculated it was related to that, but turns out it has almost nothing to do with H.
So, what I'm going to write here, I have never shared with *ANYONE* except H and I could not even tell H the details (just vaguely that stuff I wasn't ready for happened in a relationship and I ended it). It feels stupid to make a big deal out of it, because for years it didn't seem like it meant anything at all to me, but now I'm feeling different. I'm trying to figure out if I can talk to T and H about this, but I don't know if I can verbally do it. And I feel like a big baby for making a big deal out of it, but it feels very scary right now.
My sophomore year of high school, I became friends with and then started dating one of my oldest sister's friends (N). I was 15-16 and N was 23. In the beginning, we just talked a lot, held hands in his car, occasionally snuggled or kissed in my room. From the start of the relationship, because I was underage and inexperienced, we discussed our expectations. He said, being a virgin at 23, he wouldn't lie that he did want to have sex. And I said, "Well, I don't want to. I'm not ready for that yet." So, we agreed it would be something we'd continue to discuss as it came up.
A couple of months into dating, we were making out in my bedroom (yeah, bad idea) and N started being more assertive, touching my breasts and eventually my genitals. It wasn't pleasurable...in fact, I barely remember it. I know that it happened, but no image or sound or memory of "feeling" it is there. I can remember the thought of, "This is not something I really want to be doing," but...I did nothing. I said nothing. It was like the paralysis I had with H during my flashback.
N moved on and pulled off my underwear and started trying to perform oral on me. I have a single (almost photographic) visual associated with this part. And again, the only other thing I really remember was my thoughts of, "What is he doing? Why?" And all I could think was a familiar sort of, "Please, just let him get it over with." It didn't occur to me that I could say no. Luckily, someone was home and coming down the stairs outside of my room, so N jumped away and things stopped and he went home...otherwise, I'm sure it would have progressed.
I guess I must have been dissociating, because I was pretty numb about the whole thing, and like I said, I don't really remember much other than the fact that it "happened." Anyway, I didn't think or feel much about it afterward, but I did stop returning his calls and pages until he got a hold of me and said, "I guess we're breaking up?" And I said, "Yeah, I don't think I'm ready for this." Now, for years and years, I've felt nothing about this incident other than shame that I didn't stop it. I could have said, "No!" and I'm certain N wouldn't have forced me, although he may have tried to convince or pressure me. Why didn't I?
Suddenly, while snuggling H last night (in an affectionate, totally non-sexual way), I was hit by this memory, but instead of feeling numb or ashamed, I actually felt disgusted, attacked, confused, and terrified. I told H how I was feeling and he was so gentle and asked if I wanted to tell him about it, but I said I couldn't. I didn't know if I could say it out loud to either him or T. And he accepted that and just held me and agreed to do his best to avoid intimacy that night (luckily, no sexsomnia episode, as there have been a lot of those lately).
Anyway, I was lying awake having flashback feelings for hours and trying to figure out what had happened to make me associate this experience with H. I think the issue is, when N came along, I was so neglected. Literally, I have no memories of my mother ever hugging or kissing me. I know she did during my very young childhood, but I'm certain she stopped as early as 10-years-old (most likely much earlier, as she did with my younger siblings). My father was always distant and awkward with affection (except stuff like carrying me on his shoulders when I was little) and he moved out when I was nine, so at that point, it was just a hug hello and goodbye when I visited. Most of our physical contact was playing sports together. My paternal grandmother was affectionate (tickled my back to sleep, hugged me, not very kissy), but my mom was jealous of our relationship and distanced us after she broke up with my father for good. Also, my grandma was dying of cancer my sophomore year when all this happened.
So, what I really wanted at this point in my life was just safe affection. So, when N's hand-holding and snuggling came along, I latched onto it. But it quickly turned into something very sexualized, even though I had expressed that I did not want that. I think it may have been at that moment I gave up the idea that I could have safe, non-sexual affection. I think my transference and attachment with T awakened those needs, which I had buried for so long. So, here I am, longing for someone to give me parental affection and love. And poor H wants to be intimate with his wife, but she is just experiencing it as someone perverting a non-sexual desire into a sexual one. And I think T approaching in my last office session stirred up more longing for non-sexual closeness and that feels unsafe, because I know the only affection I have access to from someone I feel safe with is from H and with his condition, it is very sexualized! And the fact that I have, throughout our relationship, reenacted the, "Let him get this over with" thing with H makes my bedroom a really threatening place with these feelings awakened.
And now all these questions are coming up for me:
-What do I even call this incident? It wasn't rape, because I just laid there, paralyzed, and let it happen. Sure, he was older and I was underage, but it wasn't molestation, because we were in a "consensual" relationship. And statutory rape implies the act was consensual, but it wasn't, except I couldn't say anything. I mean, I had said something in advance, that I didn't want to do anything sexual, but when N started in, I didn't reaffirm it or remind him or insist or do ANYTHING. What do we call it? Just a stupid mistake? A "Whoops!" there goes your sense of purity and safety?
-All this time, I thought it was my fault, because I didn't say no. But hadn't we agreed to discuss it before going further? Why didn't we? Did N have any responsibility here? I still feel like it's my fault...honestly.
-Why was I alone in a house with a man at 16 and no one knew? And no one cared? And no one taught me the things I needed to know to protect myself?
-How could I just LET something like that happen? And why did the idea of letting him get it over with feel so familiar?
-Why do I barely remember the experience (images, sounds, words, feelings), but still know so clearly exactly what happened (like a story)? Why did it take years for me to feel ANYTHING other than ashamed about what happened? If I really was disgusted, afraid, betrayed, etc., why am I only now feeling it when this incident has popped in my head from time to time for years?
-How in the world do I tell H about it? It feels like such a betrayal that I never told him these details, only that N went further than I wanted and I stopped calling him. I spent years telling H I was a virgin before we had sex and that he was my only partner, but I guess that's not technically true if you include the oral that was done to me and I couldn't say no to. I feel dirty and disgusting and like I've betrayed H.
-How do I tell T about it? T is actually the one I feel most safe telling about it, but I don't feel like I can do it across the room from him. And I feel like I've told him how the arrangement makes me feel, but the best he will do is swerve his chair in another direction, so I'm assuming he's unwilling to do more. And if I ask and he rejects me while I'm processing my feelings on safe vs sexualized closeness, it will damage me. I feel like I need him next to me, ready to put a hand on my shoulder or hold my hand and reassure me it's OK. I don't feel like I can even speak about it across that six foot "void." And I don't want to write to him about it, I want to talk! And even having said I need him to spell out boundaries on intimacy talk, he hasn't done it yet, so does he even feel comfortable hearing this?
I'm very confused...I'm hoping someone on here can help me make sense of this. I feel pathetic for making such a big deal out of what was essentially me being too mentally weak to defend myself. It's not like I was attacked by a stranger on the street or abused by my parent. At worst, I was taken advantage of by an opportunist, and I doubt the guy even knew how vulnerable I was.
PS - Holy crap! Sorry this post is so long and thank you if you managed to read it.