rightkindofme
Diamond Member
All stories in my life about people are complicated. When I was 18 I got involved in the bdsm community. I met a lot of people through there. In that time and in that place I accepted a lot of behavior that was really inappropriate because I thought it was required in order to gain admittance to the community.
Fast forward many years. I have stopped compulsively sleeping with people. I am in a monogamous marriage.
I went to a wedding for some old friends I haven't seen in years. A guy I used to know leaned over me (when I was sitting at a table alone trying to manage a panic attack--I don't go out much) and said, "You look so hot I want to drag you to the coat closet."
I froze. I stared at the floor and waited for him to leave me alone. I'm not sure I breathed. He wandered off somewhat soon.
I didn't talk to anyone at the wedding about it. I spent the next several days crying.
I have a meeting set up with him in a coffee shop in less than two hours. I had to go through mutual friends in order to get ahold of him because I haven't really spoken to him in years.
I want to tell him a little bit about myself. I don't think he has any idea what he is doing. He used to be a police officer. I don't know if I am wasting my breath or setting myself up for a whole heap of new abuse. I'm really scared.
People only know your boundaries if you explain them. I met him at a time in my life when I was tolerated being continually objectified and degraded. I am no longer willing to tolerate these things.
I don't want to threaten him or make him feel bad. I want him to understand that his commentary is not coming across how he means it. I want to flat tell him that I have been suicidal most of my life. I get through a lot of nights making deals with myself to not do it until I finish ______.
I was raped by twelve people over twenty-three years. If I am ever raped again I do not believe I will survive it. I do not want to. I do not want to just be a hole any more. I really and truly don't believe I can survive that again. Everyone has a limit. I believe I am at mine.
Please do not make jokes about things that make me want to die. Not if you have even the smallest measure of affection for me. Please. Please. Please.
I am so scared.
Fast forward many years. I have stopped compulsively sleeping with people. I am in a monogamous marriage.
I went to a wedding for some old friends I haven't seen in years. A guy I used to know leaned over me (when I was sitting at a table alone trying to manage a panic attack--I don't go out much) and said, "You look so hot I want to drag you to the coat closet."
I froze. I stared at the floor and waited for him to leave me alone. I'm not sure I breathed. He wandered off somewhat soon.
I didn't talk to anyone at the wedding about it. I spent the next several days crying.
I have a meeting set up with him in a coffee shop in less than two hours. I had to go through mutual friends in order to get ahold of him because I haven't really spoken to him in years.
I want to tell him a little bit about myself. I don't think he has any idea what he is doing. He used to be a police officer. I don't know if I am wasting my breath or setting myself up for a whole heap of new abuse. I'm really scared.
People only know your boundaries if you explain them. I met him at a time in my life when I was tolerated being continually objectified and degraded. I am no longer willing to tolerate these things.
I don't want to threaten him or make him feel bad. I want him to understand that his commentary is not coming across how he means it. I want to flat tell him that I have been suicidal most of my life. I get through a lot of nights making deals with myself to not do it until I finish ______.
I was raped by twelve people over twenty-three years. If I am ever raped again I do not believe I will survive it. I do not want to. I do not want to just be a hole any more. I really and truly don't believe I can survive that again. Everyone has a limit. I believe I am at mine.
Please do not make jokes about things that make me want to die. Not if you have even the smallest measure of affection for me. Please. Please. Please.
I am so scared.