[SERIOUS] [NSFW] Men who have been raped by a woman, what happened?

  1. I tried to let a girl at our house party down easy once. Told her she was cute but that I was taken. She said she couldn’t drive and needed to crash on the couch, which is cool. I ended up going to bed in my room. I woke up sometime later to her in her bra and panties sucking my dick in my room, in my bed. I yelled at her and told her to get the fuck out, having no idea how long she had been in there (I was out cold). I never told anyone because I didn’t want it to get back to my at the time girlfriend because I know that’s an image that would have been stuck in her head forever.

  2. I was really sick, and a friend offered to bring me chicken soup. I knew she was attracted to me, but I had made it clear I was only interested in being friends.

    I was heavily medicated when she got to my place and the last thing I remembered was telling her I needed to lie down.

    When I woke up, my pants were around my ankles and it was obvious something had happened. I confronted her through text and she admitted it, but said I was hard so I must have been into it. I told a few people but everyone said I probably just didn’t remember being into it at the time and I shouldn’t try to ruin her life. So, I just dropped it.

  3. Black out drunk, woke up the next morning with blood on my dick. Found out later that this girl, who was a virgin, carried me back home and we had sex. Friends told me I couldn’t even talk or keep my eyes open. She then went around and bragged about sleeping with me. Honestly, I wasn’t that upset with her. I was more upset with myself for drinking that much.

  4. I got away but it was close. A roommate of mine got drunk and tried very hard to pin me down and have her way. Thankfully my sister’s husband was there and helped pull her off of me but he still gives me flak for not sleeping with her.

    No condom and she has several STD’s and she was drunk and I was sober but you know, I must be a pussy for not taking that chance.

    Edit: A lot of people are confused, she didn’t willingly walk around infected. She had been, ah, exposed, and I knew, and a week later a test confirmed things, but at the time I just knew there was a chance.

  5. This is almost five hours late to the post, but I need to get it off my chest. This is the first time I have described it, and no throwaway because I don’t care if my friends see that this bitch raped me.

    Two years ago, during the summer, I took a job at McDonalds. I needed the money to pay for college, so I didn’t get a shit where I worked. Plus I had a friend who worked there as well, so I was excited for that. Skip forward three months and it’s within one week of my last day (can’t be exact on dates, it’s been a little while). My father was in a court case seeking custody of my step-siblings and partially lost due to my testimony about him. I was receiving calls from him and the rest of my step family calling to tell me they heard my testimony against him.

    So what happened after work was I went over to my manager at the times apartment. She said that her and a friend would have a couple drinks with me and bitch about our parents. I went over and had a couple drinks, but the last one they slipped a little extra something into to help me relax. They both continued to feed me more alcohol and gave me weed until I blacked out. I remember them helping me to the car so they could buy condoms at the store. The next thing I remember was blacking in and out while in different positions with my manager while the friend of her’s was laughing telling me how much I looked like I was enjoying it. I tried so hard for so long to get her off of me, but I had no control over my body, so I just watched it until about 2 or 3 in the morning. Eventually, I pushed her off, grabbed my clothes and stumbled out. They did not try to stop me from driving drunk, and I was in disbelief at what happened. I do not remember driving home, but I made it. I highly regret doing that, regardless of the circumstances.

    The aftermath was me throwing up at work from distress after seeing her. She ignored me and pretended like nothing happened until the day I quit. I also found out later that this was not the first time that it has happened. When I tried to tell people, they thought that it was something to be proud of. Eventually, I broke down crying while back in college and sought counseling. I have never hated anyone in my life but this woman.

  6. I don’t really remember how old I was but there was a family at our church who was “down on their luck” and so my parents offered to let them live in our house until they could get back on their feet. They had two daughters who were probably 14 and 16 (I was maybe 10 or so).

    Well, one of the daughters was doing inappropriate things to me and I never really liked them to begin with. I got kicked out of my bedroom so that the mom and dad could have their own room and my parents made me sleep on the couch. So one night I wake up and this girl had my pants down and was sucking me off. I was still semi unconscious but as I started waking up she ran off. It hadnt quite registered what had happened and I fell back asleep. I woke up a little bit later and she was back but this time she was laying on the couch playing with me and when I woke up she just covered my mouth with her hand and kept going. I couldnt really do anything and just kind of let it happen. Told my parents the next day and their solution was to just pray for me. My aunt is also a children’s psychologist so they made me have to sit down and talk with her about what happened. It was more uncomfortable than waking up in the middle of the night.

    EDIT: Thanks for the responses everyone, I never actually expected it to get this kind of response. A lot of people have made some comments about the whole situation and I wanted to go into detail on a few things.

    1. My parents reaction: I was young so I dont really remember everything. After this happened I remember telling my parents and they believed me. The only things I remember that happened as a result from this was my parents took me to talk with the church pastor and they prayed over me. I was young so of course I didnt get it but I know they just wanted me to be safe and not have an emotional damage over the situation (which I dont so maybe it worked). I also remember being on a family camping trip in WV after the incident and my parents had me go with my aunt and we sat inside this box trailer and talked about, I dont really remember everything we talked about but I just remember he asking me what happened. She was a trained professional and dealt with stuff like that on a daily basis so I am sure it was just another way that they were trying to protect me. What happened beyond that I dont know, I am sure they sought help away from me and they probably confronted the girls parents but I have never talked about this to them or anyone so I dont know the details nor do I really care to know, it happened and it was taken care of. Yes, the family did all those other things leading to them getting kicked out but I do not remember the time span at which these events happened. I know they wrecked my dad’s truck while we were away to WV (on the family trip) and they stole a bunch of money during that same time. For all I know it could have been a matter of days and not weeks like it might have seemed, but at the same time it could have been a few weeks after.

    2. Church: Yes, we went to church a lot and I didnt like it. Do I regret, sometimes. Do I still have religious beliefs, yes although they are not exactly what the church taught. Do I wish we had never went to church, no.

  7. I was raped when I was 4-6 years old. My mother would take turns sodomizing my sister and I with my uncle and grandfather. My grandfather also performed penetration while my mother was watching. Very sickening. One thing that stood out to me was that she said “Look, he likes it.” I believe I did like it at the time, my body was just responding to stimuli. However that comment and events have led me to some serious problems in personal development and just living day to day. I get extremely nervous and irritable around people, feel like I just want to be left alone a lot of the time. Its difficult, but I do believe I have reasons to live. Some days more than others for sure. I do actively try to help myself by getting into hobbies, exercising daily, eating good food, but some days I seriously just want to kill myself. I dont think I’d ever be able to do it though. Human interaction is just really difficult for me. to the point where I can hardly look people in the eye, even my friends. And when I do i get this weird look back, thing is I know its because of how I am looking at them. Im just nervous, and I make others nervous I guess? I dont know I just needed to vent. You know days like this where you spend all day just trying to get through things and be positive and just nobody reaches out to you or treats you with respect it really gets me feeling like crap. I feel like I am gay (sorry for random topic jump but i have got a lot of thoughts going on), but I feel very uncomfortable living my life like that and just not giving a fuck about what other people say/think. And I think it all goes back to when I was raped and molested and being told that “Look he likes it” made me feel like I wasnt supposed to so a part of me just split and basically didnt make itself known until I started smoking pot and taking a little e after highschool (18 at the time) I really had a good time doing those drugs at first, smoking almost every day and doing e every month or two, but then I had an extremely intense unforgiving experience rolling at my house where I had these memories flood my brain and all this new information come out. This was about 2 years ago and I am still recovering I feel like. I dont do and drugs besides caffeine and pot of which both I feel incredibly sensitive to. Caffeine will send my anxiety through the roof if I have too much. Basically my mother, uncle, and grandfather just took turns raping/molesting my sister and I at a very young age. So yeah this is what rape does. Thing is I dont know if there is any good in the people that rape others. I really think there is, but they have just buried it under their own problems and anger and they really just need some love and self acceptance. Anyways, peace to those who have gone through something like this. Really hope it gets better for you and you are loved one day by a wonderful person. We all deserve it.

  8. I’ve been happily a bachelor since the end of my last relationship. Most of the time happy with it anyway. It wasn’t until very recently – earlier this year – that I decided to start looking at dating again.

    That said, in this given timeframe I was very much not interested in a relationship with anyone, for anything. I didn’t want sex, kisses, cuddles, I just wanted to have my friends and no obligations.

    So one new years a couple years ago, right in the midst of all this, I go to a New Years party with some friends. I brought a bottle of Tullamore Dew, and my friends gave me a bottle of Jameson, and we had some hard cider too. My friend’s niece makes a point of sitting on the floor beside me all night. We’re drinking, all of us, and early on one friend pulls me aside to say, “hey she’s into you, you should go for her.” I explained to him I just wasn’t interested in anything and it wouldn’t happen.

    Proceeded to get hammered. 2 bottles of whiskey and a whole bunch of cider later, I can’t see straight, think straight, anything. My friends offer to take me to their home and let me sleep on their couch – the ones with the niece who was into me. I trusted them, so I took the offer and went back with them.

    It’s kind of a blur from the time I walked out the door of the house we were partying at, until at some point I regained cognizance to realize that I was on the floor being ridden by my friend’s niece. I tried to get her off me, but I was too drunk and disoriented to do anything, and just passed out.

    When I brought it up to the ‘friend’ who pulled me aside earlier that night, he was like “you’re gonna bitch about getting laid?” And later when I said I don’t have frivolous sex, the other friend said, “I know what happened with you and [niece]. What was that?” The look on her face when I said rape was…disappointing. Not regret, understanding, disappointment, no…she was mad that I would dare try to call it what it is.

    So I don’t talk to any of them any more. Pretty sure they still just think I’m the asshole who slept with her niece and then complained about it.

  9. The very first time I had sex, I was raped.

    I was about 16 or so when it happened. She was my first girlfriend and I had very little idea what was okay in a relationship and what wasn’t. Nothing about her seemed off or anything. The only thing that I thought was a really strange is that she kept saying she really wanted to have a kid. I always thought she meant when she was older. Little did I realise at the time that she meant she wanted one now. We had talked about having sex but I didn’t really want to as I was very nervous about it.

    So at some point I ended up staying the weekend at her place. Her parents weren’t around so when we decided to sleep in the same bed together. This is where shit gets weird. I wake up to her trying to get me erect. I try and stop her only to find out for some reason I was tied up and couldn’t move my hands or feet. She managed to get me hard and started to fuck me. I started to cry and begged her to stop but she hushed me and told me, “Think of the beautiful child we’ll have.”

    After the incident I fortunately did not manage to get her pregnant. I’ve been pretty fucked up afterwards. I haven’t been able to trust people for years. It was only recently that I’ve told anyone about what happened

    TL;DR My first girlfriend tried to force me to impregnate her. I now have serious trust issues

  10. Fuck it. Here goes…

    I spent several years in what I consider to be hell. I was in an abusive relationship. It all started with an occasional fight, but then it got worse. She would fly off the handle at the drop of a hat. She isolated me from my friends and family ao I was dependant on her and her alone. She got me fired from several jobs by making me call in “sick” to keep her from killing herself. After this continued for a while I stopped wanting sex as often. The fights (which usually just consisted of her screaming at me while I apologized for whatever slight I had committed) started to become physical, she had me so beaten down that the thought of saying no to her was terrifying, yet I still did.

    I didn’t want to have sex with her, she did. Without going into too much detail (because I actually want to enjoy my day today) sex still happened. I felt dirty and just wanted it to end. She wouldn’t let me use condoms, so you can guess what happened.

    I did eventually get out of the “relationship” and have been going through some counseling, but I still have trouble with relationships, it’s 4 years later and she is still trying to control my life. Last year she files 2 false police reports against me. I was proven innocent, but she didn’t face any consequences. Most people still don’t believe what happened, but it did.

    The good news is the kids aren’t with her anymore and she moved away with her newest victim. I hate that girl with every piece of my being, and if I never see her again it will be too soon. Also fuck everyone who doesn’t believe men can be raped or abused. I am not a victim, I’m a survivor. I probably should have used a throwaway but it’s too late. For anyone else in my situation, get out. If you need to talk to someone, my inbox is always open.