It's been quite a while since I last posted, but I am really upset right now. Because of my depression and trauma history (childhood sexual abuse) I have been out of the dating scene for quite some time. I finally got up the courage to go out. I met this guy at his place of work, not in a bar, and he asked me out. The first night we just met for a drink (separate rides) and everything was fine. He asked me out again, told me he would cook for me at his place. I accepted. Everything went fine until I suggested it was late, and that maybe we should call it a night. We kissed goodnight, but them he came on to me. I told him I didn't think it was a good idea, and that I better go. But he didn't seem to want me to go. He led me to the couch and things got out of hand. We had sex. This is where I am confused. It wasn't consensual, but I never said no. Because of my trauma history I just froze. I let him take advantage of me. I didn't want it, but I didn't even fight. It was like my body was there but my mind was on another planet. I feel so ashamed and cheap. That's not the type of woman I am. I can't call it rape, can I? I mean I didn't fight him off... but it was one sided. I was not a participant. I'm not on birth control, and I don't even know if he was wearing a condom. I'm so scared... scared of pregnancy, STD's, and of my own response. Why didn't I fight back? I'm so disgusted with myself.