Would you call this abuse or rape or boys being boys?AND AM I ALONE?
Grew up in a home where I didn't get much love/affection and I 'fled' perhaps, by dating only one serious boyfriend from age 16 - 26 (can you say LOSER?) who permitted me to sneak out at night to see him midnight until 2am at 16, who isolated me--alienated my friends, ran off other guys I was interested in in college and pretty much only ever spent time with me for sex. Had no outside activities and in a lot of ways I never grew up but I found the strength to break up w/ him and 'found' myself (so I thought) by volunteer firefighting. I loved it, worked hard, got strong, enjoyed the comradery (so I thought). I started dating one of the guys and had a really great relationship, we went places, did interesting things, intimacy went slowly but we eventually got sexually involved. I was for 1st time 'in love' (wheras old boyfriend I would say I was 'in need' and I was never phys attracted to him. This ended when he started dating someone else (and neglected to tell me--continued having sex with me but the outside interests waned. Eventually I found out as soon as I left his bed his new girlfriend was coming over and we weren't in public anymore so she wouldn't 'catch' him as he'd told HER he'd broken up with me.) I was naïve. I tried a few times to seduce him to come back to me--real stupid on my part, humiliating as I look back on it. But what happened next is what my question is about:
His roommate met me in grocery store one day and asked me to come over and hang out. I thought (NAIVE) as a friend, as he and I were both firefighters. He gave me wine (I'd never had it before--sheltered life up until 26! ) and we ended up having sex. I didn't say no, but I didn't want to have sex with someone I wasn't dating, still I felt overwhelming sadness and loss and need at losing his roommate whom I had loved. I(n retrospect it think the guy I'd dated had told him stories that I was easily manipulated. Later I was drinking in bar with the old flame and another guy (who was married) present and they suddenly wanted to go skinny dipping. I'd never done it, so stopped at home to get my swimsuit and met them at the river. I'd hoped something would happen with my old flame. Turned out the married guy ended up standing in front of me for oral as my 'flame' looked on. I was crying as I obliged (I feel like I didn't say 'no' because my 1st 10-yr boyfriend had already treated me shamefully and secretly for so long I was used to it. And I desperately wanted the old flame to want me a and thought me doing his friend would somehow get that. (naive was my middle name) After that it turned out I had an 2 old guys, one junior, and two other supposed comrades at the firehouse try to come after me, either by inappropriately coming to my apartment and inviting themselves in or by grabbing me at the station or one guy gae me a ride home and then turned to try to kiss me. None of those advances did I welcome, and I started to realize evidently I was the firehouse slut. Still, when I was in it, I didn't see it. I simply thought they guys were acting weird. I still has longing for the old flame and I visited his apartment one afternoon and seduced him again, got him into bed (even though I knew he didn't want me, I really loved him and wanted one more time with him. While doing oral on him, though, his roommate came up behind me and had intercourse. I was crying and crying but never said a word or made a sound. I was petrified. It woke me up, though, I stopped firefighting, had nothing to do with t he old flame or any of the guys I had once called my friends.
It's more than 10 years later and all this still haunts me enough to qualify as post traumatic stress. I get a sound or image and shake and cry uncontrollably. I think I'm to blame all over the place but yet I think too, none of these guys seemed in control or doing the honorable thing. I'm far away, married, etc. now but this is hounding me. Should I think it was me and my bad choices or should I blame the guys. And what are they guilty of? Should I confront them? I'm strong enough now and feel no need to hide anything I don't want monsters living in the dark And I wonder if any other young women have met that same fate at the firehouses. Almost all the same guys are still there. I'd like input, too, if anyone sees a trend in firehouses w/ young women. I'd like an expose news story