I had a rough housing accident with a kid in February where I got kicked in the throat. The adults in the group have decided that I'm the problem. I've been flipping out ever since. I have not stopped being activated in months. Which means... sex has been hard anyway.
Ok, back story on our convoluted, wacky as hell relationship. My husband has raped me before but it doesn't count because it was semi-consensual. That needs more explanation.
For many years I was active in the bdsm community. One of the things I was known for was extreme "edge play" including brutal rape scenes. My former experience of showing up to do a "rape scene" with someone is I show up on a day I find that sexually exciting and it is fun for everyone. My husband... is an inventive guy. When we got married we had never done a scene like that together and he was interested in seeing how it went.
My husband has never really been part of the bdsm scene. He's always been an independent player. Independent players learn.... different things.
So my husband negotiated that he could rape me at some point in the future. I was kind of stupid and I imagined that would turn into him having sex with me when I wasn't super excited but it wouldn't be that big of a deal. I had lots of experience with "scenes" and they never felt real to me.
So uhm, flash forward a few months and I ended up having to call CPS on my sister for providing drugs and alcohol to minors (and almost killing a friend of her daughter's) and he picked that day to rape me. It turned into literally the most violent rape of my life. Which is truly saying something.
We went to a lot of counseling together. But I had consented in advance. So how in the hell do you judge that?!
That was December 8.5 years ago. In counseling after that scene I decided I was done being raped. I never wanted to do those scenes again, the violence had finally burned it out of me. Which is saying something! The meanest sadists in the country used to talk longingly about how brutal they could be to me. And now I'm done.
Then we get to this weekend. Things have been great for 8.5 years. Holy crap this man has adjusted boundaries around what I need. Then ... he says he was asleep.
This is the first time I've ever not enjoyed the dream sex nor stopped it. I have had the presence of mine to say no a few times over the years, mostly it is fun. I'm not sure why this just... didn't work.
So I am inclined to feel like this is not a true assault, it feels like one because I am severely activated and he was an inconsiderate bastard.
But it is so complicated and messy and layered. :(
We went out for a long walk yesterday. (6 miles in two hours. Lots of talking.) We talked a lot about why we are both depressed, anxious, needy, and behaving badly. He apologized repeatedly for misunderstanding what was happening. I said, "Literally it was so fast I couldn't even tell you no. And that's a problem anyway."
He expressed some uhm... sheepishness over that.
I don't think he is a violent rapist. I've known him a long time. He is very capable of not stopping until he is told stop. He has stopped every single time I have told him that I need him to do so. He is usually very careful to make sure I'm not feeling overwhelmed.
But he really messes up sometimes. And so do I.
Life is really complicated.