With a married (but separated) couple - one inebriated after 2 bottles of wine and the other completely sober?
Because...
@Sikese - I'm sorry for I do not believe anyone (with exception of you and your T) are able to figure out definitively whether rape vs. not rape. My therapist and I (me making the final decision, only - from my sole life experiences. That said, I believe that every sex abuse experience here in this life-giving forum are as different as our thumb prints and our DNA (unless twins, etc.). I shared a few days ago in this amazing forum that after childhood extensive exposure to violent sexual, verbal, physical, verbal, mental (psychological mind-bending) extreme trauma and torture, I as an adolescent then on into early adulthood began to act out sexually. (promiscuously) as it was "labeled" back then and this is in hindsight not the whole cloth truth of what was going on with me. For at the time I had no idea I was re-enacting my depraved childhood sexual abuse. No clue. Back then had a T that called this "promiscuity" and that I was being "promiscuous" and now being a lot older, and some of my fragmented memories returning, I call it being taken advantage of as a naive' and unknowing young girl and young adult with no life skill sets taught by "caregivers" to me - whatsoever. I did not know anything about blackouts and dissociation. And might I add, that without consent - rape is just that - rape. Period. Grrr.
And I drank to point (most every time) to inebriation state, and yet every time sex was initiated by man. And that my body and mind and on most all of my young girl, young adult after sex occurrences I would only for moments think what the h*** just happened once I was home wondering what the expletive just happened to me and to my body. No one to ask, no one to care. And I back then thought that someone touching my body was attention and negative attention was better than - no attention at all - for me. (during these times my brain would - just leave me - for a time. I never remembered the penetration, completion, etc.) Nor did I know what a climax was either for myself, or male. No one taught me about my periods, etc. When period first started I was on milk route with my dad (he said nothing) and former at the time step-monster (mutha) put a box of kotex on commode lid (back) that was it. I thought I was dying (menstrual). I only remember bits and pieces of boy then later as I got older a young man on top of me, and physical movement (motion). Blacked out or dissociated. Only fragments now. Now looking back I believe this to be rape (many times) rape. Consent? When dissociated and/or in a full-blown black-out! Consent in a drunken blacked out or dissociated state of mind - impossible. This period of time as an adolescent, then young woman. No one else except the young boy, then young man as I got older, and me know that no consent was given during these horrible times in my life. This was the 70's (peace, love, make love not war, vietnam war, Woodstock and "free love" and sex sex sex. As I got older - an adult woman, I then knowingly began with forethought to use men and alcohol to numb me (hindsight) from the above (unwittingly) that I was running away from and using sex, drugs, alcohol, anything that I misguidedly believed would help me escape (hindsight) from what was lying just beneath my mind's surface that being - extensive extreme abuse.
And I would have to be totally drunk (inebriated) and chemically out of my ever-loving mind and unable to give consent in a blacked out (ragdoll) or dissociated from my mind. I had to be in full and total brain disconnect to do sex acts (adolescent and young adulthood). This is my life, my story and it sounds preposterous, because it is mind-blowing, mind-bending, and I admit this sounds like fiction and unbelievable. This is sheer unadulterated truth of what I as an adult then allowed to happen to my precious little girl mind and body - in a growing young girl then young woman's body. and I was ignorant not stupid (did not know I was sexually being taken advantage of) and I did not know rape from sex, literally. I had very first sex experience at age I believe 18 or 19. And all I wanted was someone to love me, and all I got was "sex". There were a few men who loved me deeply and professed their love through their actions other than just "sex" and I ran from them, for love - back then - foreign language to me. I never saw either mom or dad in a loving relationship with anyone. Just beatings, alcoholism, verbal (psychological) warfare, on and on. Not until recently (through church) have I seen what love is through married couples of 40, 50, and 60 years of marriage. Imperfect unions holding on to why they fell in love with one another in the first place. And every day (when they tell me they choose) to work on their marriages. They say marriage is work. And there if play and enjoyment - if the work is done (mutually).
I am just now getting needle's eye basic understanding about what loving a man, making love, and commitment, radical acceptance, forgiveness, compromise, open lines of communication, boundaries for husband and boundaries for wife, patience, tolerance, mutual space for man and woman on and on I am just now at such a late stage in my life, learning what love and love-making means between to consensual for me and only for me - married adults. I had and continue to choose celibacy for now and almost two decades now of my life. I knew something was horribly unhealthy with me psychologically, after making this decision. And I was right
Yet a misdiagnosis for a couple of decades+ kept me on many mind-altering drugs since approx. mid 1980's (perhaps earlier) and out of any recovery. Correctly dx'd for now dx'd pro. comp. ptsd and m.d.d.@Sikese, If you believe you were raped then talk to your Therapist about this. No one can tell you otherwise. Talking this out with good trauma therapist will enable you to get down to the brass tacks and actual events leading up to, during, the post traumatic event (rape?).
And I wish and hope for you all good things and hope and pray you will continue in recovery with your T to open up about details surrounding this hurt-filled and sad very traumatic experience that you and your T are dealing with - in which your T (Therapist) believes to be sexual assault. Your decision(s) about what you believe happened to you is important just as much if not more than what your T believes @ I tried to do this on my own for a long, long time. As I stopped drinking to excess (then not at all now) and I got sicker, and sicker and sicker with trauma nightmares and fragmented memories, I too entered therapy. You have a gut instinct and a T. I care about you. I as you can read relate to being raped, and to your post @Sikese.
Actually, when I lost my virginity, it felt like I was not there - not present then aware of what was happening then not, ad nauseum (although I did not cognitively or pictorially remember the entire "sex" act nor (from severe sexual childhood abuse) know a penis from a passion fruit (couldn't think of any food that starts w/ letter p). And there was very little if any pain that I can remember associated with penetration nor blood loss because of previous extensive extreme sexual abuse. I learned how to drink by watching my undiagnosed and therefore untreated severe ptsd alcoholic U.S. Navy vet dad and found out that alcohol, pot, and other drugs would numb my brain - and I would leave the guy and in the house following "sex" I would early on in "sex" experiences go into house, and not understand fully the ramifications, nor the long-term effects of what boy, then young man, then man (through years) had physically in some sort of bodily motion (foreign) done to me - which now I know was "sex"
(hindsight) which was sexual act for me a.k.a. rape of a empty-headed, naive', ridiculously ignorant young girl and again I throughout my adolescence and most of my adulthood thought (because I was never taught) that sex was love (yet I did not know what love was either at this time in my life) so I would simply go away mentally whenever penetration occurred. Sad but true. I can't believe this is my life - as a young girl, woman and on up. Ridiculous to not be taught about sex and the difference between sex and love. Rage inside of me boils.
I repeated drunken and/or drugged state in order to be "loved" by men and blacked out or dissociated from the "sex" act, or so my little girl inside of me thought this was love. I was raised by expletive flippin' wolves. Sorry. I was. *Caregivers* never taught me one iota of a semblance of anything related to sex, human body, love, marriage, on and on. My (brain) mind already knew how to dissociate all on it's own from previous childhood (extensive) sexual horrific trauma and beatings, etc. so being in drugged and/or drunken state - my brain would easily black out or dissociate (whatever my brain (mind) needed to protect me from childhood sex, etc. trauma, and my naivete over insane "sex" experiences while I was experiencing becoming a woman. As an older adult woman back then, I then fixated in my mind and believed sincerely that then having sex meant that the man loved me; how whack is that? Whack. I became so confused that sex was love as an older adult woman. I was raised by wolves (expression). I do not believe that I have experienced what it is like to *make love while being in love with a man*. I don't. Always in an altered state of mind. I was married and I knew we were trying to "make love" and I did not dissociate and I remained present. And hubby wanted to do this 4-5 times a day. And I left him after a year or so, for a myriad of reasons, this being only one of many reasons. My fear of being loved by another being a reason to get away (he cheated).
Only you through your T and only if you choose to continue to in depth to talk to your T that you will hopefully be able to determine whether or not this was rape, or what actually occurred that is so mind-bending. Sorry, I wish I could tell you one way or the other. I wanted to share my naivety and blank-slate child-like mentality re: sex vs. rape past personal experiences @Sikes. from - well all the way up through until around 2012 when finally correctly dx'd with p.c.ptsd and md.d. and am now sorting through rape - sex insanity, all of trauma. Hope sharing here was okay. This is only the second time I have ever in my life talked about the sex vs. rape occurrences. I am here for you. (Hugs). JadesJewel