I (M, 22 then) likely got drugged by an old male host in san jose.
After a single glass of wine I felt very sleepy, I went in the mattress on the ground I was going to sleep on. Guy invited me to his bed (didn't go), he was watching porn, I fell asleep with him staring at me
I wouldnt be surprised if I got masturbated on or perhaps worse (no butt pain in the morning)
I essentially forgot (havent thought about this in ages) until I read this now
Only remembering now is a clear and common sign of trauma. This is one of the reasons that explain why so many sex-assaulters are never exposed. Another 'interesting' reason is the revictimization. The latter is way more insidious and makes me very mad when identified (on gender matters or anything).
> Only remembering now is a clear and common sign of trauma. This is one of the reasons that explain why so many sex-assaulters are never exposed. Another 'interesting' reason is the revictimization.
Every bit of this is psychobabble. Guy himself is pretty clear he was triggered (ugh) into post-hoc pattern recognition:
> I essentially forgot (havent thought about this in ages) until I read this now
He was very specific in not being surprised if he got spooged on but not recalling anal trauma. I assume wine would not be the last taste he remembered had he quaffed ballsnot. Yet you are coaching him to fill in the memory gaps with a much-worse, speculative story of your own creation.
The real reason why so many sex-assaulters are never exposed is because shit like this wasn't reported to the police (or it never happened in the first place!). This situation is criminal, but maybe it's not actually "trauma" if it was so easily forgettable. Kids block traumatic events out when they can't comprehend them. But as an adult, he could get pipelined into therapy with this "repressed trauma" story, flounder around endlessly, and never find closure for events that didn't happen. He'd keep a therapist employed for a few years though. #mentalhealthawareness
I used to advocate for domestic violence and rape victims before the age of social media. The problem existed back then too but the increase in false claims I've had to deal with ever since (and especially post-COVID, and even from family members) makes me want to stick a gun in my goddamn mouth to get the hell off this rock. I just closed yet another one yesterday; yet another fucking borderline personality ex-girlfriend stalking and harassing her "abuser," sending nudes to his work email and reporting him for it, claiming she's pregnant, threatening suicide, and--surprise--it kicked off by blasting investor relations with "hey one of your executives raped me it was totally rape fr (we were supposed to be together why did he block me!!!)." #believeallwomen
This system is fucked, but the solution is easy-- file a police report around the time of incident or spontaneous discoveries surfacing years later should be dismissed as bullshit. No more excuses. No more grift. No more NLP/reframing/psychobabble. No more histrionics. We have a functional court system where things like evidence are considered, but we've reclassified "crime" as vague "trauma" to shift the venue from public trials to rehearsal behind closed doors of therapists' offices and broadcast on social media. We can make America sane again through adherence to due process.
After a single glass of wine I felt very sleepy, I went in the mattress on the ground I was going to sleep on. Guy invited me to his bed (didn't go), he was watching porn, I fell asleep with him staring at me I wouldnt be surprised if I got masturbated on or perhaps worse (no butt pain in the morning)
I essentially forgot (havent thought about this in ages) until I read this now