I’m currently a freshman in high school and I just found this forum and I was elated, because I am desperate to talk to anyone about this.
I came to my current (boarding) school in January as a mid year student. This boy and I really hit it off and we hooked up on the first day of school (just making out). We continued that and finally labeled ourselves as boyfriend and girlfriend. After drama with my “best friend” who liked him and forced him to touch her boobs and always lied on top of him, I thought we were able to communicate well and such. He started to get sexually needier. He convinced me to let him finger me after a bit of convincing. It felt like wood against rubber. I felt nothing. I didn’t protest, I just waited for it to be over.
The next few days he would always stick his hands down my pants and would start fingering me again, even though I prayed he wouldn’t. I was stiff and rigid, and he mentioned that I seemed uncomfortable, but I just brushed that comment off with an uncomfortable laugh. At one point I thought it was his penis and not his fingers inside of me, and I didn’t tell him to stop, but I longed to. I just thought I would die right then and there and no one would notice (I have no idea why I thought this).
I tried to say no, I really did. I froze. Maybe he was kissing me too hard, or I was pressed against the wall too hard, or maybe I’m just a coward.
Around 2 weeks later, he broke up with me after ignoring me for 2 days (we live on the same campus, so it was pretty obvious). He told me it was because of his “family issues,” but I later found out it was because he wanted to hook up with my “best friend.” Now I’m left broken and I don’t know where to turn to.
No, I didn’t say no. No, I didn’t say yes. Maybe it’s not sexual assault to a group of lawyers, but I feel disgusting. I feel so violated and I feel like it’s my fault because this boy was inside of me when I didn’t want him there. I feel like a part of me is missing. Now I’m completely numb “down there.”
It’s been 6 weeks since he’s broken up with me, and people keep asking me why I cry whenever I see him (we have most of our classes together). I just say “I miss him,” but I can’t tell them the truth because the truth is, I feel like he took advantage of my body. Or maybe not. I feel like it’s definitely my fault because I could have screamed or took his hand away, but I didn’t.
Please help. I keep shaking and I have a lot of flashbacks. It happened in the practice rooms directly underneath my dorm room, so I’m so close to it. One time, a few days after it happened, I was sitting alone in a dark room and I started shaking, I screamed, and I fell out of the chair I was sitting in.
I am 14, by the way, and I was sexually/ emotionally abused by a close family member as a child. Any thoughts on this situation?
I came to my current (boarding) school in January as a mid year student. This boy and I really hit it off and we hooked up on the first day of school (just making out). We continued that and finally labeled ourselves as boyfriend and girlfriend. After drama with my “best friend” who liked him and forced him to touch her boobs and always lied on top of him, I thought we were able to communicate well and such. He started to get sexually needier. He convinced me to let him finger me after a bit of convincing. It felt like wood against rubber. I felt nothing. I didn’t protest, I just waited for it to be over.
The next few days he would always stick his hands down my pants and would start fingering me again, even though I prayed he wouldn’t. I was stiff and rigid, and he mentioned that I seemed uncomfortable, but I just brushed that comment off with an uncomfortable laugh. At one point I thought it was his penis and not his fingers inside of me, and I didn’t tell him to stop, but I longed to. I just thought I would die right then and there and no one would notice (I have no idea why I thought this).
I tried to say no, I really did. I froze. Maybe he was kissing me too hard, or I was pressed against the wall too hard, or maybe I’m just a coward.
Around 2 weeks later, he broke up with me after ignoring me for 2 days (we live on the same campus, so it was pretty obvious). He told me it was because of his “family issues,” but I later found out it was because he wanted to hook up with my “best friend.” Now I’m left broken and I don’t know where to turn to.
No, I didn’t say no. No, I didn’t say yes. Maybe it’s not sexual assault to a group of lawyers, but I feel disgusting. I feel so violated and I feel like it’s my fault because this boy was inside of me when I didn’t want him there. I feel like a part of me is missing. Now I’m completely numb “down there.”
It’s been 6 weeks since he’s broken up with me, and people keep asking me why I cry whenever I see him (we have most of our classes together). I just say “I miss him,” but I can’t tell them the truth because the truth is, I feel like he took advantage of my body. Or maybe not. I feel like it’s definitely my fault because I could have screamed or took his hand away, but I didn’t.
Please help. I keep shaking and I have a lot of flashbacks. It happened in the practice rooms directly underneath my dorm room, so I’m so close to it. One time, a few days after it happened, I was sitting alone in a dark room and I started shaking, I screamed, and I fell out of the chair I was sitting in.
I am 14, by the way, and I was sexually/ emotionally abused by a close family member as a child. Any thoughts on this situation?