TWICE AROUND WAS ENOUGH

While I was attending G. A. Wheable Centre for Adult Education in London, Ontario, I met a couple Christian guys.  At first we hit it off and were all good friends.  But then they both decided they wanted to date me.  I guess the one guy won out because the other guy backed off.  S.W.  asked me out several times and several times I said no.  I didn't feel it was right, nor did I feel ready to date anybody.  He kept pushing and eventually I got angry about it.  I gave him a note that said for him to leave me alone and not to speak to me again.  While I was going down a set of stairs at school one day he was heading up, and he saw me and grabbed my arm and wouldn't let go.  When I got free, I went to the office and talked with the counselor that I dealt with, in tears, about what had been going on with S.W.   The school got involved and told him to leave me alone and the police got involved in order to make him aware that grabbing somebody was not a wise move.  I didn't have an issue with him or his friend for a while after this. 

Two years later, SW and friend heard I was in the hospital and came to see me.  We all became friends again - my first mistake.  I was vulnerable to begin with because I was in the psyche ward.  They were still competing for me.  

Eventually I did start dating S.W. for a very short time, and we wound up engaged.  He wanted to make out and we wound up in the bedroom.  When I saw it was heading to  penetration I said no, stop.  I was a Christian and strongly believed in no sex until marriage.  He was upset and frustrated that I made him stop so he placed his penis between my breasts and proceeded to perform until he ejaculated all over me.  I gagged until I was just about sick to my stomach.  He was happy as a lark and I felt sick as a puppy.  I didn't like what he was doing and I had asked him to stop twice, but he just kept going.  

He also forced me to do another sex act on him which was most shameful and I don't know how anybody could do it willingly.  I'm not even going to mention the name of it here because I don't want to give any ungodly ideas to anybody.

I finally hurried him on out the door so he could go home and I hopped in the shower and stood there for about a half hour trying to get clean.  I felt filthy and kept gagging.  I scrubbed and scrubbed trying to rub him off.  

I did report the assault to the police, but once again the justice system fails the survivor.


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