My Survivor Story: BABY, YOU’RE NOT DAMAGED GOODS

I was stiff as a log of wood in the bed even though I went there willingly. He moved to touch me and something in my brain just snapped.. It was a lot of feelings I’ve not been able to sort through even months after the incident. I thought I was ready, I really thought I was over it. I had so many pep talks with myself where I repeatedly said, I will not let what happened take control of me and how I relate to sex. It really was wishful thinking because, guess what, as much as I wanted to believe I was okay, I wasn’t.

This was what ensued during my first sexual encounter after I acknowledged I was sexually assaulted. and I would like to also add that it’s not an invitation to a pity party. I’ve heard so many similar stories of people being stifled after going through something so traumatic.

I’ve heard so many similar stories of people being stifled after going through something so traumatic. I’m only here to share and help in the best way I can. What worked for me may not necessarily work for other people, but I’m hoping it can resonate with at least 1 person who comes across this.

When I woke up this morning, my usual vibrant self, I had no idea that it was a day that would change time forever. I was sexually assaulted while under the influence of someone I felt I could trust. My no and I am not interested were clearly not enough for him. He did stop eventually, but at that point, the damage he could do to my sense of self and our friendship had already been done.