r/MenGetRapedToo • • 7h ago

A strange one

14 Upvotes

I was abducted and raped by a man when I was 15. Basically he offered me a ride and drove into an empty farm field. I only speak English and didn't understand what was going on until he came out of the car with a butcher's knife. I assumed he was going to try to murder me. Instead he told me to drop my pants and then he penetrated me. Huge cock. Afterward I begged him not to kill me and he said he never intended to.

He drove me back to the road and asked me for a dollar, lol.

Walked home crying in the rain and a few days later I told a friend what happened. That was it.

It seems strange to me that it didn't affect me more. I knew I was homosexual before it happened, had fooled around with some buddies by then and I remained the same after

Sex with men and women and no problems.

I wonder why I wasn't affected because it seems like folks who had much more minor experiences of molestation are traumatized for life.

Weird, huh?


r/MenGetRapedToo • • 7h ago

Being a male SA victim is an especially lonely experience

11 Upvotes

I (30M) have been sexually harassed and assaulted by women a handful of times during my life. These all range from uncomfortable comments to being physically held down and assaulted while everyone laughed in amusement. All of these occurred when I was in high school (2010-14), before the #metoo movement broke out. As well as being an age where I was so starved for female attention, that I tried to view these assaults as validation, even when they didn’t feel that way. 

I remember when #metoo happened and reading about women’s experiences, that I realized I could relate to these stories and that the memories I was trying to push down as joking around was actually sexual assault. But I felt I couldn’t contribute to the conversation because I was a man. Especially since at the time I was a college student involved with several progressive organizations, where trashing men had become the norm. To the point I was fired from a job because I showed pushback when my boss said it was acceptable to say ‘all men are pigs’. 

So it felt like I was silently living with double the shame: the shame of being a man, and the shame of being assaulted, where I feel I can never confront those who hurt me.

Earlier this year I received a PTSD diagnosis for sexual trauma, and while it’s somewhat gratifying to get a diagnosis and I’m currently in EMDR treatment, I also find it tremendously lonely. Pretty much every online resource I look at for dealing with sexual trauma is geared towards women, many of which tend to showcase a negative view of men. 

In light of the horrible Cornel 7 case, much of the loneliness I’ve felt has been brought back to the forefront of my mind. Both the shame of being sexually assaulted in front of a group of people and the conversations about ‘all men’.

This is in no way a post about minimizing women's experiences. I hope we can get to a point where we can have more open conversation about the fact that women also can commit sexual violence, much of which is brushed off and unreported. And I have a strong feeling if we did open these conversations up, I likely wouldn’t be in the minority.


r/MenGetRapedToo • • 12h ago

Abusive mother-son relationship NSFW

9 Upvotes

CW: child abuse, emotional abuse, neglect, family violence, incestuous dynamics, sexual abuse

Hi,
I think I need help or some kind of support. I don't really know. I am going through yet another period of that endless cycle where I doubt whether I was really a victim, even though something feels deeply wrong.
I grew up in a dysfunctional family and had a very strange relationship with my mum. Looking back now, I can say that I was her toy boy, expected to satisfy whatever she wanted from me. If I was not good enough, she would scream like hell or become completely hysterical. I remember her shouting, hitting herself, and ripping her clothes because of something my sister or I had supposedly done. At that time, I was under six years old.
She would also leave us by ourselves while she was working or visiting friends. Sometimes, we unlocked the door of our apartment and wandered into the corridor, and she would come home and find us there.
Growing up, I was regularly exposed to her nudity, and she continued looking at mine every week until I was 30 years old. The whole situation was very paradoxical because sex was a complete taboo in our house.
I slept in her bed until high school. She gave me one bath every week until I was 30, and I was obviously completely naked. She insisted on shaving my genitals. At the same time, she never taught me how to brush my teeth or how to take care of myself. During the rest of the week, I rarely showered or brushed my teeth. She also let me suck her nipples, explaining that this was where the milk that had fed me as a baby had come from.
I was also terrified of her other son. He made me feel useless and unwanted. Whenever I tried to do something he disliked, he could beat me, threaten me, or insult me. I never felt that he was capable of loving me. He taught me fear. He taught me complete submission.
When my father died, they did not tell me, and because of that I missed his funeral.
I only began to realize how violent my upbringing had been when I turned 30. Before then, I genuinely believed everything was fine. Normal. But it was not.
I was neglected to the point that my life could have been in danger. I was humiliated, beaten, and sexually abused. Yet today, it sometimes feels as though my mind is trying to erase it or make me doubt it ever happened.
Maybe that is because I did not experience it as violence at the time. Maybe it is because there were good moments too. Because it was insidious, hidden, and often disguised as "care". I feel so stupid for not having understood earlier that none of this was normal.
Today, at 40, I feel like a defenseless little boy seeking for protection, kindness, love. I am definitely broken.