Hi all,
I don't really know what I'm hoping to achieve by posting but maybe just getting it off my chest...
I'm in my 30s and when I was 15 I had a weekend job at a garden centre. I was a very loud and forthright teenager (something I'm not proud of now) and I used to flirt a lot. I was seriously naive though and never dreamt that anything would ever be taken any further.
At work there was a male colleague who was in his 40s. He was in a relationship with a co-worker in her 30s. Despite the age gap she and I were very close. This man and I used to flirt a lot. On my part it was more like naive banter. I never wanted it to lead anywhere and my female colleague had never expressed any issue with it (I guess confirming in my mind that it was harmless). I now feel very stupid and ashamed.
Anyway, this man turned up at my house one day and asked me to go to the pub with him. I didn't even realise he knew wher I lived. We went to the pub (soft drink for me) and it wax all fine until we left. As we left he "playfully" tried to drag me into the woods. His strength was overwhelming. I "playfully" threatened to scream blue murder and he suddenly stopped. We got in his car and he said "Where now?". I told him I wanted to go home, that my mum would be wondering where I'd gone. As he silently drove I realised with horror that we were going the wrong way and told him so. He just grinned and carried on driving. I was terrified. I even contemplated jumping out of the car.
We eventually arrived at his horrible, run down maissionette in the centre of town. We went inside and said hello to his flatmate (who, in hindsight, appeared to be off his face). He then asked me upstairs to see his fish tank. Stupid, stupid girl. It would be laughable if it weren't so serious.
My memory of what happened next is hazy. I think he tied my hands together and said I could tell him to stop at any point. I was frozen with fear. I didn't believe for one second that he would stop - after all he hadn't driven me home when I'd asked. I just kept thinking that I hadn't wanted any of this but that it was my fault for being such a "prick tease". He stopped short of raping me. And all the while I just lay there, frozen with fear. For some reason I'll never understand he just stopped. What sickened me the most was that he joked we wouldn't be able to look his girlfriend in the eye at work the next day. He even said I had a "nice little body". Writing that phrase makes me feel sick to the stomach.
I guess I've just been thinking about it a lot since recent media interest in the Jimmy Saville scandal. I've learnt to live with the terrible guilt I feel about the whole thing.
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icanneverremember · 31/07/2014 18:15
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