SeekingAfrica
Diamond Member
I've felt that too. It's so hard to get out of that feeling.
I never did anything too extreme though, because I didn't have to. I was in university still, so finding something meaningless is extremely easy to find. So I had a period when I couldn't really allow myself to sleep with anyone yet, but I would fool around and did other things with guys. And mostly guys that were interested in me, I'm not sure if I ever stopped to think too much what I feel for them. I think the worse was when I had ended things with a guy who treated me in a way that made me feel worthless(not abusive, just...just a guy that wanted something meaningless and treated me like I was just something to give him pleasure). After we ended things I was happy it was over, and then I had this horrible day. This day when I had work to do, homeworks and deadlines, barely enough money to eat anything, and I felt so ENTIRELY suffocatingly alone. I hadn't told anyone yet, and had not even been able to admit to myself yet at that point that I had been raped.
So when this guy wrote me again, he was crass. He basically wanted to meet me and do things and blow off steam and he was clear. It was demeaning and I wanted nothing to do with it. I told him I'm not meeting him, but I went anyway. We fooled around, we didn't have sex, but we did other things. It made me feel sick to my stomach afterwards. And I knew it would, and I still couldn't stop myself.
I think it was a way to take control. Until that moment I had been so causious - and for what? All my life I'd been the good girl. I'd been so careful about who I see and what I do. And then I was raped. So I did all those things after, that made no sense. That I knew my friends wouldn't approve. That I knew I would feel bad after. But it was better than facing what I actually felt. And I was so angry. Half of the time I almost did it because I knew it was wrong. It was like I was challenging everyone, and myself. This is wrong, but hey, at least I'm not invisible. This is wrong, this is so wrong, but at least it's my choice, it was my choice. Ugh. It was a tough time. Honestly, I hope you get through this part soon, and safe.
I am now in long term loving relationship, where my partner is everything I can want. I never do anything I don't want and we are very much in love. I can, finally, trully enjoy myself...but still, there have been only few times I fully let go. True passion sometimes needs you to be fully vulnerable when it's with a person you love, and even though he knows me 100%, I still find it hard not to put some walls. Sorry that this ended up so long, this struck a cord in me. I wish you one day to find a partner like that who will know you and love you completely.
I never did anything too extreme though, because I didn't have to. I was in university still, so finding something meaningless is extremely easy to find. So I had a period when I couldn't really allow myself to sleep with anyone yet, but I would fool around and did other things with guys. And mostly guys that were interested in me, I'm not sure if I ever stopped to think too much what I feel for them. I think the worse was when I had ended things with a guy who treated me in a way that made me feel worthless(not abusive, just...just a guy that wanted something meaningless and treated me like I was just something to give him pleasure). After we ended things I was happy it was over, and then I had this horrible day. This day when I had work to do, homeworks and deadlines, barely enough money to eat anything, and I felt so ENTIRELY suffocatingly alone. I hadn't told anyone yet, and had not even been able to admit to myself yet at that point that I had been raped.
So when this guy wrote me again, he was crass. He basically wanted to meet me and do things and blow off steam and he was clear. It was demeaning and I wanted nothing to do with it. I told him I'm not meeting him, but I went anyway. We fooled around, we didn't have sex, but we did other things. It made me feel sick to my stomach afterwards. And I knew it would, and I still couldn't stop myself.
I think it was a way to take control. Until that moment I had been so causious - and for what? All my life I'd been the good girl. I'd been so careful about who I see and what I do. And then I was raped. So I did all those things after, that made no sense. That I knew my friends wouldn't approve. That I knew I would feel bad after. But it was better than facing what I actually felt. And I was so angry. Half of the time I almost did it because I knew it was wrong. It was like I was challenging everyone, and myself. This is wrong, but hey, at least I'm not invisible. This is wrong, this is so wrong, but at least it's my choice, it was my choice. Ugh. It was a tough time. Honestly, I hope you get through this part soon, and safe.
I am now in long term loving relationship, where my partner is everything I can want. I never do anything I don't want and we are very much in love. I can, finally, trully enjoy myself...but still, there have been only few times I fully let go. True passion sometimes needs you to be fully vulnerable when it's with a person you love, and even though he knows me 100%, I still find it hard not to put some walls. Sorry that this ended up so long, this struck a cord in me. I wish you one day to find a partner like that who will know you and love you completely.